I've come to make an annoucement.
Honestly Liquid, I question your intelligence.
You do nothing but possess Revolver Ocelet, and yell BROTHAAAAA just for the attention.
You are either the co-worker that gets picked up by a cyborg ninja, or you are that child that was given the inferior genes that you have to take over a military base, and do everything you can for attention.
You try to pull our attention becuase it's the only thing you manage to do successfully in life, as you seem to not be capable of much else, and considering the fact you have two accounts to post with, tells me that you have such a high level of small dick genes, you probably forget you are nuking the world midway through.
Your low quality planning also tells me that your intellectual though process is so goddamn low, that you unironically think that my "non-existent" testicles actually sprout from above my heel, ignoring the fact that the bone in my ankle is not actually for reproductive means.
The only joy you probably have in your life right now is some people acknowledging your trash tier plans, and your false ego gets inflated every tie a poster ignorantly claims that you are a god tier planner, without actually knowing what god tier planner was.
Come back to me later when both of your testicles drop, you have a few more years on you, and you experience the world outside of FOXHOUND. Soon you will learn that Big Boss's hotpocks (assuming you even know what the love of Big Boss even is) is not sufficient to survive on, and for the love of god, it's not called a BROTHAAA.