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Snake was told to strip to his underwear, as he needed to undergo some tests.
"The hell I will," Snake grumbled.
"You don't have a choice, soldier," one of the men replied. "Just do it." When they left him alone, Snake decided to play along. Perhaps they'd send in a pretty nurse to take care of him. It had been a while since he'd seen a female, much less touched one.
After he had been sitting in his shorts for fifteen minutes--he'd kept his beloved bandana (sic) on his head--one of the few men Snake called a friend entered the room.
[...]
"You interrupted a very pleasant dream I was having about berries. This had better be good."
"The hell I will," Snake grumbled.
"You don't have a choice, soldier," one of the men replied. "Just do it." When they left him alone, Snake decided to play along. Perhaps they'd send in a pretty nurse to take care of him. It had been a while since he'd seen a female, much less touched one.
After he had been sitting in his shorts for fifteen minutes--he'd kept his beloved bandana (sic) on his head--one of the few men Snake called a friend entered the room.
[...]
"You interrupted a very pleasant dream I was having about berries. This had better be good."
