*After Solid Snake successfully defeated Metal Gear Raiden, he decided to
take a much-needed vacation...*
Snake: Naomi, are sure you don't want me to put the suntan lotion on you?
Naomi: I'm positive Snake.
Snake: How about you, Mei Ling?
Mei: NO!
Snake: Don't even think I'm going to ask you Otacon.
Otacon: Huh? What are you talking about?
Snake: That's what I thought.
Otacon: Let's play Volley Ball.
Snake: Volley Ball? That's where you throw grenades at people, right?
Otacon: No.
Snake: Oh. This'll be boring then.
Naomi: You don't always have to blow something up to have fun, Snake.
Snake: You said blow...hehehe.
Naomi: *Smacks Snake in the back of the head* Let's go! Mei Ling and I versus you and Otacon.
Otacon: Sure, stick me with the handicap.
Naomi: Maybe I'll let you give me a strip search later.
Otacon: Really!?
Naomi: No.
Otacon: ....you'd probably end up dying anyways, everyone I know always croaks.
*The ice cream vendor, whom Otacon got 6 Ice Cream Bars from, suddenly keels over and dies*
Otacon: See what I mean?
Mei: Wise Chinese man say, "Man who stand on top of toilet is high on pot."
*She is looked at with very confused expressions*
Mei: Well excuse me, there's only so many ancient Chinese sayings, if you guys didn't call me every damned 5 minutes, I'd still have some material left.
*Snake apparently zoned out as soon as she said, "Wise Chinese man"*
Snake: Huh, what were we talking about?
Mei: *kicks Snake in the groin*
Snake: *groaning in pain* What the hell was that for!?
Naomi: Let's just play.
*At the volleyball net*
Otacon: Now, Snake, make sure when you hit it, it stays in bounds.
Snake: All right. Service!
Naomi: What an idiot....
Snake: *Thwack*
Mei: I got it! *Spikes the ball into Otacon's nose*
Otacon: Ow! There's blood! *starts crying*
Snake: Do you have to cry about everything?
Otacon: *sniff* but it hurts...*sniff*
Snake: Forget it, we've wasted enough time already; we can figure this out later. Raiden, get a move on!
Naomi: He's having flashbacks again...
*After hours of ceaseless begging from Snake, they decide to eat dinner at Hooters...*
Snake: Naomi, are sure you don't want me to put the suntan lotion on you?
Naomi: I'm positive Snake.
Snake: How about you, Mei Ling?
Mei: NO!
Snake: Don't even think I'm going to ask you Otacon.
Otacon: Huh? What are you talking about?
Snake: That's what I thought.
Otacon: Let's play Volley Ball.
Snake: Volley Ball? That's where you throw grenades at people, right?
Otacon: No.
Snake: Oh. This'll be boring then.
Naomi: You don't always have to blow something up to have fun, Snake.
Snake: You said blow...hehehe.
Naomi: *Smacks Snake in the back of the head* Let's go! Mei Ling and I versus you and Otacon.
Otacon: Sure, stick me with the handicap.
Naomi: Maybe I'll let you give me a strip search later.
Otacon: Really!?
Naomi: No.
Otacon: ....you'd probably end up dying anyways, everyone I know always croaks.
*The ice cream vendor, whom Otacon got 6 Ice Cream Bars from, suddenly keels over and dies*
Otacon: See what I mean?
Mei: Wise Chinese man say, "Man who stand on top of toilet is high on pot."
*She is looked at with very confused expressions*
Mei: Well excuse me, there's only so many ancient Chinese sayings, if you guys didn't call me every damned 5 minutes, I'd still have some material left.
*Snake apparently zoned out as soon as she said, "Wise Chinese man"*
Snake: Huh, what were we talking about?
Mei: *kicks Snake in the groin*
Snake: *groaning in pain* What the hell was that for!?
Naomi: Let's just play.
*At the volleyball net*
Otacon: Now, Snake, make sure when you hit it, it stays in bounds.
Snake: All right. Service!
Naomi: What an idiot....
Snake: *Thwack*
Mei: I got it! *Spikes the ball into Otacon's nose*
Otacon: Ow! There's blood! *starts crying*
Snake: Do you have to cry about everything?
Otacon: *sniff* but it hurts...*sniff*
Snake: Forget it, we've wasted enough time already; we can figure this out later. Raiden, get a move on!
Naomi: He's having flashbacks again...
*After hours of ceaseless begging from Snake, they decide to eat dinner at Hooters...*