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: Mei Ling, Samus took her clothes off! Mei Ling
: That's just her in her zero suit, Snake Solid Snake
: Without that bulky power suit, she's gotten alot more agile. You know, I bet if I took of all this heavy gear, I could catch her... Mei Ling
: Um, yeah, you wish. Even without the Power Suit, all that training she did with the Chozo has made her a super athlete. I don't think a normal human could keep up. Just look at her. Solid Snake
: ...Her loss.
: [noticing Pikachu
] Ohh, how cute! Solid Snake
: What? The yellow thing? Mei Ling
: That's Pikachu. It's a Pokemon. They're popular all over the world, you know. It may look cute, but be careful. It can store up large amounts of electricity in those adorable little cheeks. It'll try to pepper you with electric shocks. Solid Snake
: Couldn't be much worse than Ocelot's old torture device... Mei Ling
: Oh, and, Snake? Solid Snake
: What? Mei Ling
: I was wondering, could you maybe try to catch Pikachu for me? Pleeeeaaaase! Solid Snake
: Eugh, give me a break! What do I look like, a Pokemon Trainer? Mei Ling
: Fine... sorry I asked.
: Snake, have you heard the saying "Politics make strange bedfellows"? Solid Snake
: Don't tell me *that's* a Chinese proverb? Mei Ling
: Err, no... it means that when the going gets tough, you might need unexpected partnerships to succeed. Marth was a prince who's kingdom was usurped. He didn't even have an army to fight with him. Mei Ling
: But, as he battled his way forward, he found new allies to fight at his side, and in the end, he was able to reunite the war-torn land of Altea. Solid Snake
: So, he built his army from the ranks of his defeated enemies... Mei Ling
: Marth did his share of fighting, too. Even when he had an army, he was always alongside his men in the thick of battle. Then he was betrayed by one of his most trusted friends. I can't even imagine how that feels... Solid Snake
: ...I can.
: Mei Ling, tell me what you know about Peach... Mei Ling
: Princess Peach is the beloved ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom. She's been kidnapped numerous times by Bowser. Solid Snake
: Sounds pretty serious... Mei Ling
: Yes, but every time it happens, Mario ends up saving her. Sure, he may not like like your ideal "knight in shining armor." A little on the short side, I'd say... Mei Ling
: But, still, don't you think it's romantic? I mean, to have a guy who's always there for you? Solid Snake
: If he was smart, he'd tell her to stop getting kidnapped! Mei Ling
: ...You don't get a lot of dates, do you, Snake?
: What's going on here? What happened to Zelda? Mei Ling
: Snake, Princess Zelda transformed into Shiek. Mei Ling
: I can understand the clothes, but to change her skin and eye color? That must take some powerful magic. Solid Snake
: ...Magic...? Mei Ling
: Come on, Snake! Don't get all grumpy and start talking about how unscientific it is. Mei Ling
: Science is basically just another form of magic that makes our lives easier. Solid Snake
: I never thought I'd hear that coming from you, Mei Ling... Mei Ling
: Don't you think talking to someone halfway around the world is a kind of magic? Or flying across entire continents? Solid Snake
: ...Noooo, I think this is completely different...
: Snake. That's a ladies bathroom. Solid Snake
: I know that. I saw Meryl come in here. Mei Ling
: So you went in after her? Are you some kind of pervert? I won't let you save your mission now. Solid Snake
: Listen Mei Ling, this is the only place on this base that I can talk to Meryl alone. Mei Ling
: Whatever, weirdo. Don't call me again.
[player calls Mei Ling's frequency, and chooses "DO NOT SAVE" 3 times in a row
] Mei Ling
: C'mon, Snake, don't call me for no reason!
: [on the codec
] What's wrong? Solid Snake
: Nothing. I just didn't expect a world-class designer of military technology to be so... cute. Mei Ling
: You're just flattering me. Solid Snake
: No, I'm serious. Now I know I won't be bored for the next 18 hours.
: [quoting Shakespeare
] The tongues of dying men force attention, like deep harmony. Where words are spent, they are seldom spent in vain.