"WESKER!" Jill shouted at her commander.
Wesker turned around to face Jill. "Oh hey Jill. You know you should really grow your hair out and dye it blonde. And maybe wear leather. Like a lot of leather."
"Are...are you trying to give me fashion advice?" Jill was astounded.
"Yes actually, I am. I would advise you take it."
"Why would I take fashion advice from someone that wears their sunglasses at night?"
"HEY! SUNGLASSES ARE COOL AND ALSO PROVIDE A DRAMATIC REVEAL IN A FUTURE INSTALLMENT!"
"What?"
"Oh nothing. Just basically, take my advice because I'm the sassiest fucker ever." Wesker then snapped his fingers in a Z formation and did a cartwheel out of the room.
Just as that happened, Chris walked in the room.
"What the fuck just happened?" Chris asked.
"I really don't know."