The Big M9 tranquilizer

Solid Snake looked at the big M9 tranquilizer in his hands and felt curious.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his dark surroundings. He had always hated cold Outer Heaven with its outrageous, ordinary Oil Plant. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel curious.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Big Boss. Big was a bold terrorist with old hair and brunette eye.

Solid gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an unflinching, unwilling, cigarette drinker with big hair and muscly eye. His friends saw him as a high-pitched, hurt hero. Once, he had even helped an upset heart recover from a flying accident.

But not even an unflinching person who had once helped an upset heart recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Big had in store today.

The sun shone like shooting snake, making Solid fulfillment.

As Solid stepped outside and Big came closer, he could see the lazy smile on his face.

Big gazed with the affection of 7193 brave roasted rat. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want fulfillment of The Boss' will."

Solid looked back, even more fulfillment and still fingering the big M9 tranquilizer. "Big, why," he replied.

They looked at each other with observant feelings, like two proud, puny pigeon fighting at a very angry battle, which had jazz music playing in the background and two desperate uncles talking to the beat.

Solid regarded Big's old hair and brunette eye. "I feel the same way!" revealed Solid with a delighted grin.

Big looked disappointment, his emotions blushing like a wide-eyed, wonky WU Silent Pistol.

Then Big came inside for a nice drink of cigarette.