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[goodluckkobra]

[ The video comes on and it's mostly his bright yellow motorcycle helmet, the garish smiling face and GOOD LUCK printed over the visor. ]

--fuckin' hell.

[ He's off balance, but he catches himself and flips up the visor to give a toothy grin. ]

Lookin' to get my hands on some paint or dye or fabric. Bright colors.

[ He looks thoughtful for a moment. ]

Or music. Somethin' loud and fast. Gotta be somethin' worth looking at or listening to on this ship.

Name's Kobra Kid, by the way. Anyone heard of me? Kind of a big deal where I'm from.

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[cardboard_boss]

I found most of these during missions. [Afghanistan and Africa. Can you believe it? It's what the enemy listened to whilst out on patrol.]

You want to meet up and we can talk face to face? [Because Snake wanted to show the guy the tapes.]

[goodluckkobra]

Yeah! Where should we meet? Still getting the hang of this place.

[ He's not really sure where people meet up to share things like this, but the mess hall doesn't seem quiet or private enough, really. ]

[cardboard_boss]

How about the rec room? [It was the obvious choice since it had chairs and a place to talk.]

[goodluckkobra]

Find my way there soon as I can.

[ He moves to shrug into his red jacket and head there, thankful that he's starting to get the hang of finding his way around this place, at least. ]

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[cardboard_boss]

I'll meet you there.

[Snake cut the feed and began busying himself with his iDroid, readying the tapes for his friend when he eventually arrived at the rec room. Snake was already there, so he sat back on a chair and began listening to "Kids in America."]

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[goodluckkobra]

[ Kobra clomps in excitedly and takes a seat far too close for most people's tastes with a bright smile. ]

Hi. Basically my hero, just so you know.

[cardboard_boss]

You don't have to go that far, kid. It's just a few tapes.

[Was he always this forward?]

[goodluckkobra]

Tapes 're never just a few tapes where I'm from. You hoard them like treasure an' pace over 'em like a fat, angry dragon.

[ Music's important. All art is and Kobra's known that for a long time. ]

[cardboard_boss]

Huh. Glad I could make you happy with a few tapes.

[Ahab smiled at the kid and offered him a view of what he had.]

What do you want to listen to first?

[goodluckkobra]

[ Kobra's honestly overwhelmed by the choices and he shakes his head. ]

Pick something. Your favorite.

[ That should be a good place to start. ]

[cardboard_boss]

Ok, how about Billy Idol's Rebel Yell. Have that one on my helicopter speakers back home.

[Because he's cool like that.]

[goodluckkobra]

Oh, man, you got a helicopter?

[ The closest he can get is catching air with his bike or sometimes with the Trans Am when they let him drive it. ]

What's that like?

[cardboard_boss]

Yeah. Got a chopper for being dispatched on missions to.

[He's pretty proud of the fact that Diamond Dogs have their own chopper just like MSF used to. Pequod was one of the best pilots he knows.]

Hearing the songs on the chopper? Pretty damn awesome.

[goodluckkobra]

We got a stereo in the car, but it's a little tinny. Better 'n the no music I got on my bike, though.

[ He's never been in a helicopter, but he imagines it's even better than the car or bike and those already feel like freedom. ]

[cardboard_boss]

Car stereo, huh? Nice. [He's liking your style, man. Seriously.]

The music blasts out on the chopper's speakers so the enemy can hear it. [Because that's totally cool.]

[goodluckkobra]

Fuckin' milkshake. I bet that scares the shit outta them, huh?

[ He can't help a little giggle picturing some sort of audio assault on Korse. Jackass wouldn't know what hit him if they found the right song. ]