Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil. In fact, I don't even own this idea. It was adapted and slightly changed from the Bentley Brothers' Youtube Parody of RE. Please don't sue. It was only done for your entertainment! Nonprofit!
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BANG.
Jill kicked down the door. She strode into the mansion's room, gun out, sweeping for targets, Barry doing the same.
The room was empty.
Jill thought that something seemed amiss, though.
"Barry, something seems amiss."
I just said that.
"What?"
I just told the readers that you thought something was wrong.
"Oh. Sorry, then.
"Jill, who are you talking to?"
"No one, Barry. Anyway, Barry, I get the strangest feeling that there's someone in this room with us." Jill iterated, leaning against the shoulder of the bathrobed man sitting in the easy chair.
The robed man turned. Jill jumped back, screaming. "Aah!"
"hElLo." The man warbled.
Jill pointed her gun again. "Who are you?"
"mY nAmE iS sPeNcEr."
"Now, who are you?"
"Barry, pay attention. Now, who are- God dammit, Barry."
"Sorry Jill. Now, Spencer, what are you doing here?"
"I aM tHe OwNeR oF tHiS mAnSiOn."
"Are you the same Spencer that all those top-secret documents mentioned that we found all conspicuously lying around?"
"yEs."
"The same Spencer that caused this whole mess?" Jill continued.
"yEp."
"Did you cause this?"
"i JuSt SaId ThAt I dId. PaY aTtEnTiOn PlEaSe, BaRrY."
Jill broke in with "Where have you been all these years?"
"pLaYiNg ReSiDeNt EvIl FoUr."
"Is it any good?"
"tHe BeSt ReSiDeNt EvIl StOrY eVeR."
"WATCH OUT JILL! HE'S INSANE!!"
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
"Dammit Barry!"
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