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Naked Snake: I'm in a box.
SigInt: A cardboard box? Why are you — ?
Naked Snake: I dunno. I was just looking at it, and suddenly I got this irresistible urge to get inside. No, not an urge - more than that. It was my destiny to be here; In the box!
SigInt: Destiny?
Naked Snake: Yeah. And then when I put it on, I suddenly got this feeling of inner peace. I can't put it into words. I feel... safe. Like this is where I was meant to be. Like I'd found the key to true happiness.
SigInt: ...
Naked Snake: Does any of that make sense?
SigInt: Not even a little.
Naked Snake: You should come inside the box... Then you'll know what I mean.
SigInt: Man, I don't wanna know what you mean! Between you and Para-Medic, is everyone but me that is hooked up with the Major strange!?
Naked Snake: Uh, er, uh.
SigInt: Yeah, well, anyway, I suppose even that dumb-ass box might make a decent disguise if you wear it inside a building.