--Son of a bitch! [Ocelot can't help but swear when he sees Liquid and feels the tranq stick into his shoulder. He turns and sprints away... and a second later, realizes he's in a familiar area, but is too late to stop himself from stepping into a snare trap.]

[He yelps as he's suddenly yanked feet-first off the ground. Surprise quickly turns into frustration, and he flails in an attempt to get loose.]