[He's not about to delve into the history of your name, Liquid. Right now he's more concerned with people getting changed into monsters. It sounded horrific. Had he just washed up onto an island of horrors?]

I'm no one's plaything. Is there anyway of stopping them from changing us? Because I'll be damned if I'm about to let some false deity turn me into Bigfoot.

[Nice. Real smooth, Snake. Don't jinx your fate, Snake. He just didn't like the idea of becoming a monster. Hair, scales or anything else. It wasn't natural.]

I've already got a shrapnel horn and a prosthetic arm. Most look at me and think of me a demon already.