Who: Max, Jake, Vinnie, Goose, Mac, perhaps special guest stars Miller/Liquid Snake or other sundry folk who have the misfortune to run across them
What: Boot Camp
Where: Outside
When: 4am. The date is immaterial.
Warnings: Vinnie has a potty mouth.
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HRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNGH )
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Goose actually began to pick up the pace now. At long, loooooong last.
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"NOW MOVE YOUR ASS."
Aren't you glad you signed up for the army, Goose?
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"Yes, sir!"
NO. NO HE AIN'T.
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Oh, how nice of him.
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UH. OKAY THEN HE WILL. ROLL WITH THIS? MAYBE? IF MAX WON'T KILL HIM IN A TANK CRASH?
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He had already started his sleepwalk shuffle-crawl out of bed when his door exploded open with Max. Dumbly, the Venusaur stared at him with the blankest expression on his face as his commander screamed morning pleasantries loud enough to even make Sonny stir.
Pause. "...Nmgfucking fuck." Somehow he mustered up the will to push himself off the bed, grumbling all the while.
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Open closet. Shirt. Mechanical motions. His eyes might've been still closed.
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As quickly as he was able in his lethargic state, Vinnie got dressed. Then, as an added measure, grabbed the plant mister and sprayed a cloud of water in his face.
"Al'right uh. Ready." Sleepy grimace.
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Sorry, Vinnie, you're going to have to put away your Deep Facial Cleanser, Revitalizing Moisturizer, and Apricot Scrub. This was Man Time.
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SIGH. "Right..." And off we went.
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