"Snake! Did you listen to the file? Pretty raw, right? I found this underground net-raider calling himself 'The La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo-Cut.' I thought—"
"Delete it."
Snake almost smiles. Almost.
Snake crushes the MP3 player under his heel.
Then the outro. A sampled voice—Big Boss, maybe, or The Boss—whispers over a fading synth: mgs4 rap file
It’s a rap file. Someone—Otacon, probably, in one of his “we need to keep your morale up” interventions—has commissioned a Metal Gear Solid 4 theme song. And it’s terrible. And perfect.
Snake pulls the earbud out. He looks at the MP3 player. He looks at the rain-streaked window. "Snake
It's his voice, but chopped and screwed.
Snake lights a cigarette. The smoke curls toward a cracked ceiling. "Because if I go into that microwave tunnel humming that beat, I'm gonna laugh. And if I laugh, I die." I found this underground net-raider calling himself 'The
"Octo-camo on my back, blendin' with the sorrow / Drebin says 'buy more,' I tell him, 'borrow, borrow, borrow' / Raiden rollin' with a sword, no jaw, all edge / I'm old, I'm gray, one more cigarette on the ledge."
"Nah. This is war. Pass the Rations, son. End of the line. Mic drop. (Gunshot sound.)"