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[foxdied]

[BLEEP BLEEP, somebody has a very important Codec call.]

Otacon, do you read me? It's Snake. Look, I need whatever intel you've got on this place-- [He stops like he just realized something really important. There's a long pause before he says anything.] ... What're you doing in a school, anyway?

[For anybody that's not Otacon, someone is trying

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[inferiordestiny]

[.. A cardboard box. "Master Miller" can't help but investigate said box. He politely knocks on it]

... Hello?

[foxdied]

[WHAT, HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE. HOW DID HE GET SPOTTED SO QUICKLY? GODDAMN... He grumbles a little under his breath before he stands. There's a pair of legs under the box now. And then the box runs away. The box comes off and...]

...!

[IT'S MASTER MILLER. BUT IS IT REALLY MASTER MILLER? IT CAN'T BE MASTER MILLER BECAUSE HE'S DEAD. WHAT IF IT'S... ... Nah, it couldn't be Liquid. He's dead too. And this guy has both of his arms. Okay what the hell is going on, here?]

Who are you?

[inferiordestiny]

[HNNGHH... He suspected as much. Oh, how Liquid wants to fight his brother right then and there but.. no. Must continue the masquerade.]

You don't recognize your old mentor? Jeez, Snake...

[foxdied]

[inferiordestiny]

[NO BRITISH BECAUSE LIQUID IS A MASTER OF ACCENTS.]

Who else would I be?

[foxdied]

[inferiordestiny]

Prove it, huh...?

[Liquid adjusts his sunglasses and... remembers a very unnerving fact he found out in this place]

Big Boss belives in Santa Claus.

[foxdied]

[inferiordestiny]

I sometimes wonder that myself... I'm the Phys Ed. teacher though.

[foxdied]

[inferiordestiny]

[Liquid puffs out his chest]

Not a gym teacher. I'm more like a drill instructor. They don't call me Hell Master for nothing!

[foxdied]