[Otacon was not in great shape today. The Rocket takeover had left him with bruises and a broken arm in a cast. He looked exhausted as well as injured when the video came on, but there were a few things he needed to take care of. First, there was someone else that should have been in the Radio Tower that day that he hadn't heard from.]

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Tonight, wandering outside the Goldenrod inn was one (1) miserable engineer staggering in the vague direction of the department store. His face was quite obviously flushed, and along with the whiplash-inducing sneezing fits it was quite obvious he had a nasty cold.

Thanks for that, Liquid.

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