"I really think people like my story." said Snake, grinning to himself as
he wrote this sentence. "Just don't let it go to your head. You know, I
think you're just righting this to get that Kaplan woman's attention..."
Otacon rolled his eyes. "You spelled writing wrong." Snake tossed Otacon an
eraser. "Oh, thanks for catching that" he said as he erased and rewrote the
word.
-----------------------------------------------------
Relaxing in his Florida condo, Liquid was enjoying a nice nap. He was rudely awakened by a knock at the door, falling out of the hammock he was laying on and landing flat on his face, "OW!" He muttered about having a hardwood floor before dragging himself over to the door and pulling it open.
-----------------------------------------------------
Who should be standing there but a busty, youthful, female wearing little more than a pizza delivery girl outfit and hat. "I didn't order a pizza lady, you must have the wrong house..." said Liquid, unable to keep from looking the girl up and down. The girl smirked devilishly, "No, but you ordered me!" She pushed her way into the house, leaving Liquid to stand by the door, blinking, "It was that prank call I made to the French whore house..."
-----------------------------------------------------
"What! I came from no whorehouse!" shrieked the girl with a pout. She opened up the pizza box she was carrying and produced a leather whip, "Now then, my name's Salena, want to play?" She winked and cracked the whip.
-----------------------------------------------------
"If you make these chapters any shorter, they'll stop reading, Snake..." Otacon annoyingly prodded at Snake's chest with an index finger. The man replied with a shrug, "Yes, but I know -she'll- be reading." "I knew it! You like her!" exclaimed Otacon. "Not really, I just said she'll read."
-----------------------------------------------------
Relaxing in his Florida condo, Liquid was enjoying a nice nap. He was rudely awakened by a knock at the door, falling out of the hammock he was laying on and landing flat on his face, "OW!" He muttered about having a hardwood floor before dragging himself over to the door and pulling it open.
-----------------------------------------------------
Who should be standing there but a busty, youthful, female wearing little more than a pizza delivery girl outfit and hat. "I didn't order a pizza lady, you must have the wrong house..." said Liquid, unable to keep from looking the girl up and down. The girl smirked devilishly, "No, but you ordered me!" She pushed her way into the house, leaving Liquid to stand by the door, blinking, "It was that prank call I made to the French whore house..."
-----------------------------------------------------
"What! I came from no whorehouse!" shrieked the girl with a pout. She opened up the pizza box she was carrying and produced a leather whip, "Now then, my name's Salena, want to play?" She winked and cracked the whip.
-----------------------------------------------------
"If you make these chapters any shorter, they'll stop reading, Snake..." Otacon annoyingly prodded at Snake's chest with an index finger. The man replied with a shrug, "Yes, but I know -she'll- be reading." "I knew it! You like her!" exclaimed Otacon. "Not really, I just said she'll read."