[That top picture he nods towards. Another aberration that came in the mail for someone else. Odd though it was.] That's me. [The slimmest amount of evidence that this gruff, bitter man was once very small, and also didn't have a single pair of sunglasses to his name.]

Had to ask Big Boss to carry a kid back to his room, so he drew some pictures of him. Apparently he reminded him of a species back on his world.

[He pulls out another set of pictures, print-outs of what look like crayon art. And shows Venom that particular one. No, it couldn't wait. Because he needs to show him that things aren't exactly hopeless. Which is probably a completely novel concept to him; it certainly has been for Miller. Even if it's just in the form of a silly drawing.]

[The one that follows it is a little more bewildering, possibly a potato with a cigar? Who knows.]