"Explains the apparent chaos at night," Big Boss said, "It's just a huge game to them, an experiment. Sometimes the rules get changed, often on a whim, and only the strongest survive, in the end." And there are also those that sacrifice themselves for others.

The concept wasn't new to him. It wasn't so much the setting itself that bothered him, but the circumstances and the whole compulsion that came with the affair. And the pointlessness of it all.

Big Boss heaved a sigh, well aware of where Fox's thoughts were right now. His own were all over the place, but even he was slowly, grudgingly beginning to realize that he had to direct his energy elsewhere. There was a good chance that he had incapacitated Snake for a while, anyway; and where'd be the fun in granting him another favor and killing him now?

He had time. He had been patient for over twenty years, so he could wait a little while longer. Imagining Snake's dead and broken body lying in front of him would be motivation enough to get out of here as soon as possible.

And then him.

Yes.

"He wet his pants," Big Boss said, half annoyed, half amused, "I better lend him a pair of my own if you don't want him to smell like piss for the rest of the night. I bet some of the creatures out there have sensitive noses."

That said, he left the room for the hallway. After that he'd map out the place as far as he could; find out where they kept the supplies.

And try to remember what exactly went into a homemade bomb.