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All right... now that I've got my camo index up fifty-five point 6 percent, time to sneak around and take pictures of anything suspicious.

[Camera in hand, Snake is searching for things to take pictures of to send to Otacon for evaluation. The more suspicious or Meryl's ass, the better.]

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[Crisis Snake is on a mission... a mission to infiltrate the ladies locker room for strictly professional reasons.]

[But right now he's standing in front of a closed door, a confused look on his face.]

Uhh... [He scratches his head, thinking.]

...Damn, how do I open a door again?

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It's watching you.

[Snake walks into one of his favorite types of rooms: a kitchen. He quickly bakes a pie, then looks at it with disdain.]

I hate pie.

[Yuck...]

[If you come in this kitchen, after a minute or so everything you think or say will be a lie. The effects wear of shortly after leaving the room, but you'll remember what happened.]

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Otacon didn't tell me there would be so many doors...

They've gotta be hiding the new Metal Gear here somewhere!