Chapter 14
"And that's why you, Fox and Wolf all use the same final smash, despite the fact that you despise the Landmaster, and Wolf has never actually owned one," Nana said with her usual triumphant enthusiasm.
"Wow," Falco said, beak open slightly. "That explains everything."
"Yep. But lets never discuss it again."
Falco shrugged. "If you say so." He held up the white overcoat. "Do you really think that Snake will go for this?"
"Well, he already has a mullet, and he's already an asshole, and he has to go as something. What could possibly go wrong?"
A few more doors down, they finally got to Snake's room. He had installed a camera at the left side of the door that beeped and blinked once before focusing on Falco, then bending down to record Nana, who waved a bandaged hand happily.
"What the hell do you want?" asked the intercom beneath the camera.
"We have your costume," Falco said, lifting up the coat.
"Leave it at the door, then leave!"
"Don't you want to try it on?" Nana asked. "Or say thank you. I mean, Bowser spent like the whole night tailoring this for you. It was especially hard since you refused to let yourself be measured."
"Leave!" the intercom shouted.
"Wow, he is an asshole," the bird muttered as he turned his back.
Tune in tommorow for the exciting conclusion.