Oooh you clever you

It seemed like the only reasonable response.
 

OCELOT DREAMT ALL NIGHT ABOUT BIG BOSS. NOT BECAUSE OCELOT WAS GAY FOR HIM, BUT BECAUSE OCELOT RESPECTED HIM SO MUCH. THE WORLD IS FULL OF BROS, BUT NO-ONE AS BROFUL AS BIG BOSS. BIG BOSS LONGED TO BE FREE, TO BUILD A BROTOPIA CALLED OUTER HEAVEN FULL OF MANLY, HETEROSEXUAL, STRONG, BEER-CHUGGING, FPS-PLAYING, CONFUSING FREEDOM THAT WOULD FILL THE HEARTS OF EVERY MAN (ABSOLUTELY NO WOMEN ALLOWED) INSIDE IT, ALTHOUGH MEN DON'T HAVE FEELINGS OR EXPRESS THEM. BUT STILL, OCELOT DREAMT. HE LAY ON HIS BED WITH HIS HEAD ON HIS PILLOW, STARING UP AT THE CEILING.

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I like this story becuase, privately, all men want to live in a magic bromantical world like this.

I skipped a paragraph. Two guesses why.
 

SO BECAUSE HE WAS WANTING TO RESPECT HIM, OCELOT GOT UP. HE HEADED THROUGH THE HALLS OF THE BROTOPIA WITH ITS BEER AND FIRST PERSON SHOOTERS AND RAP MUSIC AND KNOCKED RESPECTFULLY ON BIG BOSS'S DOOR. BIG BOSS WAS WATCHING PRO-WRESTLING WHEN OCELOT CAME IN.

"HEY BRO," SAID OCELOT, "I NEED TO SAY. I RESPECT YOU VERY VERY MUCH."

BIG BOSS STOOD UP.

"I RESPECT YOU TOO, BRO," HE SAID, AND THEN SAID, "I FEEL BROSPECTFUL."

Why are you sharing that.

It seemed relevant.

It's always relevant.

But you're stealing my brospectful thunder!

As usual, I feel like I'm missing something.

"DAMN," SAID BIG BOSS, "RESPECT IS REALLY HARD TO GET OUT OF THE CARPET."

THEN THEY WENT AND CHUGGED A KEG OF BEER.

Don't you mean BRO-WRESTLING?

I'll show myself out.