"Do you enjoy Konami games?" "...pardon?" "... nevermind." Damn, you hated his voice. It was raspy, it reminded you of a centipede crawling over some decaying log. He was stupidly cryptic for no good reason. Always spouting nonsensical bullcrap. If you'd known siding with Liquid Snake during the coupe would've involved having to occasionally run into this weirdo when you went into the break room or wondering if the creep was snooping around your mind then maybe you would've thought twice.