[Ocelot gives a high yelp (and is immediately embarrassed that he did) when cold cold cold snow is piled in against his warm skin. He squirms violently. But he is stubborn, and driven by revenge now. While Liquid is busy adding more snow, he scoops at the snow next to them and grabs his belt, yanking up to open a space for him to shove snow in down the front.]
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