Okay, the fruit thing just about throws Liquid into a fit of laughter, although not enough to distract him from his target.

"What, don't like it? You liked it enough to drag people into it, and now you're changing your tune? Smile for the audience, master, you're famous."

As entertaining as all this is, though, eventually it has to end. Ocelot's got money on him, after all. There's not much space left to run, so the man's easily cornered.

It's so simple for Liquid to snap his neck.