FOLLOW ME.

[manwithaname]

[He's found plenty of men claiming to be John but none of them have made him actually...you know, believe them. Except that really old one. There was only one way to pull in Johns(hahahaha) and that was through food. So he went to the kitchen and started frying up a breakfast of champions. The smell is wafting through the hallway because he's

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[snakenbake]

Bacon? Who's cooking bacon?

[manwithaname]

[Don't you worry about the details, one eyed man who looks a lot like young!John but could possibly not be him. Just go get your free bacon. You want bacon don't you? Tasty, tasty bacon? Waiting just for you under that not suspicious at all looking box.]

[snakenbake]

[He glances down at the box that suspiciously reeks of bacon. John kneels down in front of it and tries to peer inside.]

[manwithaname]

[Dammit don't look a gift horse in the mouth just get in! >:| It's BACON. You like bacon I'm sure! So GET IN THE BOX.]

[snakenbake]

...

[John looks around to see if anyone is watching. Not noticing the hiding Ocelot, he quietly slips under the box and starts eating the bacon.]

[manwithaname]

[HA! Success again. SO PLEASED.] You'll find you're trapped now, Snake. It was a good plan, I knew a man like you couldn't resist something like this. [Cocky chuckle] Pretty good, right?

[snakenbake]

'Trapped'?

Really? Am I?

[manwithaname]

[Sits on the box.] Yes, you are. I have some questions for you, Snake. Don't bother lying or you'll find yourself [BOXED IN. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH] in quite an unfavorable position.

[snakenbake]

Okay?

[This doesn't stop him from eating the rest of the bacon, however.]

[manwithaname]

Compliant. I like that in a target. It's always fun when they hold out a bit but...I won't complain. [Taps his foot against the floor. What to ask...?] There's a lot of you. How do I know which one is the real you?