"G-g-g-g-g-grandpa Snake, what's a hooker?" Sunny asked.

"Where did you hear that word?" Snake asked.

"The i-i-i-i-internet." Sunny said.

"Hmph." Snake growled. "I don't think Uncle Hal would appreciate you knowing what a hooker was."

"Hooker! Hooker! Hooker!" Sunny chanted.

"Shut up!" Snake shouted. He'd been a little irritable since he quit smoking.

"Snake, what are you doing?" Otacon asked, running over to the two.

"Sunny wants to know what a hooker is." Snake said.

"Tell her." Otacon said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Are you serious?" Snake asked.

"Yeah." Otacon said.

"Okay." Snake sighed. "A hooker is a woman who has sex for money. Some hookers I know are Naomi Hunter and Emma Emmerich."

"Fuck you Snake!" Otacon yelled, crying and running away.

"What a bitch." Snake laughed.

"What's a b-b-b-b-b-b-bitch?" Sunny asked.

"Uncle Hal." Snake decided.