I've got you under my skin

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[Big Boss is currently cleaning up his office on the first floor. He was glad to have missed Halloween, but was now left to clear up the mess littered all over the floor and over his desk. He was not pleased; candy wrappers, party poppers, egg shells. You name it. He had to clean it.]

[He slumped down in his seat irritably once he had dumped the majority of mess into the trash and decided to make a broadcast. His commanding voice boomed out to the Nexus.]

It has come to my attention that the recent festivities have been used to exploit this building. I don't care what you do outside or amongst yourselves, but MY OFFICE IS OFF LIMITS! If I find out who wrecked this room, I will hunt you down.

That is all.

[Big Boss fell back in his chair and attempted to get some paperwork done.]

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[He raises his hand up. Usually, the bullet would have pierced through his flesh, but his hands were no longer made of weak tissue. Robotics and artificial muscles. He was metal bound for the majority of his body.

[He lowers said hand, before reaching down to pluck the bullet from it.]

Good. But not good enough.

[He suddenly grabbed hold of that gun and dropped it the ground, firmly crushing the nozzle with his heavy foot.]

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[Snake looks down at the remainder of his gun. Good thing that was one he procured and not the one Otacon gave him. Regardless, he's still disappointed.]

You always were a right bastard.

[He looks back up at Big Boss. Dave makes no effort to run because he's lost his fear of the man...especially whilst in his seemingly constant state of being inebriated.]

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[Not that Big Boss would give a damn where the gun came from.]

And you were always a pain in the ass.

[He kicked aside the now rendered-useless gun and stared down at Snake, slanting his single eye.]

You had best leave.

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I'm not going anywhere. You came down here and got in MY face, remember?

[He folds his arms.]

Or have you finally gone senile?

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[He smirked.]

You've resorted to petty insults. How cute.

[Big Boss turned on his heel, his back to Snake. He supposed he had better find those cuprits...]

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[He pulls his SOCOM and shoots the bastard right in the back of the head.]

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!

... [The old man stopped still when he felt the bullet.]

[He smirked, before collapsing to the ground.]

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...

[He waits to see if he's dead or not before he approaches.]

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[Yup. You killed him.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Well, shit.]

...

<sub>Never turn your back on your enemies. You really should take your own advice, old man.

Rest in peace.</sub>

[He holsters his gun and wanders off to find a place to sit.]