Box time, doods.

[harg_blargh]

Snake sat inside his box, eyeing the gun strapped to his leg. He couldn't seem to get it out for the life of him, and in attempting, resulted in shaking the box, making it obvious that he was in there.

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[sausagesurprise]

Mr. Game & Watch was having a little too much fun deciding between which place he'd like to light on fire with his newly-acquired lit cigarette when he stumbled across this rumbling box. Who gave him that cigarette? Why, it was Snake of course, a few days before, to which Game & Watch responded by running away. This is how I escape feeling guilty about dropped threads.

Well whaddya know. This is exactly what I was lookin' for.

With a chuckle, he pressed the lit cigarette against the cardboard box, and with only the power that a Mr. Game & Watch-possessed cigarette can have, the box starts to get warm.

[harg_blargh]

Snake looks around his box for a moment, noticing the sudden warmth. "What the hell..." he mururs as the box lights on fire. A ! appears over his head as he throws the flaming box back on the hard tile floor. He turns to see Game and & Watch, with a lit cigarrette in hand.

[sausagesurprise]

You look like you need a smoke.

He offers him the cigarette, but then after a moment he realizes...wait, isn't this the guy who offered him the cigarette in the first place?

Oh, it's you! Small world, eh buddy?

He ponders for a sec. Can't remember, did I introduce myself? I don't think I've introduced myself to anyone in this lousy place. Well, whatever, name's Mr. Game & Watch.

[harg_blargh]

Snake sighs. [I've got more, I guess.] He thinks, the looks down at Game & Watch. "Snake." he says. "Couldn't you have knocked first?"

[sausagesurprise]

Do you typically knock on cardboard boxes? How the hell was I supposed to know there was a person inside?

He shrugs.

The world's not over just 'cause your box got a little burnt. Here, I'll buy you a new one. Long as it's cheap.

[harg_blargh]

"Do you typically burn cardboard boxes?" Sanke asks, checking to make sure he had more. "It's fine. I always carry a spare." he said, patting his pocket.

[sausagesurprise]

If he had eyes he'd be blinking in confusion right now.

You gave me a cigarette, whaddya expect me to do with it? Smoke it?

Digging through his own invisible pocket, Mr. Game & Watch pulls out a cigar. He holds up the cigar in one hand and the cigarette in the other for comparison.

This is a cigar. It is for smoking. This is a cigarette. It is for arson.

[harg_blargh]

"You can't carry a box of cigars with you everywhere you go." Snake continues."And where did you get a cigar? I haven't seen one of those in ages."

[sausagesurprise]

And why not? You're just used to being 3-D, that's all. Go get run over by a steamroller or somethin', you'll be amazed at how easy it is to store things in your ass.

Puts a very flat hand out to shake.

Pals.

[harg_blargh]

Snake somehow shakes the two dimensional hand. "I don't think a steamroller would do that. Well, not quite." Snake says. " And I don't have much desire to store anything in my ass."