It took several minutes for Ark, Larcen, Tofu, and Spastic to get out of the bullet pile. In the meantime, Wesker had forced McDonalds to put a shirt on. Finally they were ready to move out. As they started to do just that, a nearby door slammed open. It was that Capcom Cop again.

"NO, NO, NO! YOU JUST KILLED THE STARS OF THE GAME!"

"Uh…" McDonalds went cross-eyed. "…game?"

"This is a game, damn it!" .

"Well thanks for the update, Morpheus!" Spastic grinned stupidly.

"ARGH! The last parody involved the Matrix, not this one!" The man was turning red from anger. "And I am not Morpheus, I am Mikami! Notice the suit!"

"I Thought you were the Capcom Cop?"

Mikami slapped Spastic so hard his brains, what little he had anyway, fell to the floor with a loud plop. Everyone turned a bit green at this point. McDonalds somehow managed not to toss his cookies while Wesker tried to shove Spastic's brains back into his head.

"Well what next Mikami?"

"This is your damn mess, you figure it out!"

Mikami opened the door to leave when Tofu spoke up.

"Where's my copy of RE1.5?"

Mikami turned around, beet red with anger and his left eye was twitching.

"What did you say?"

"I want my copy of RE1.5."

"Oh really…here's your copy!" Mikami punched Tofu, then pinned him against the wall. "You're lucky you ever existed in RE! You think it was my idea to have a piece of bean curd in a mini-game! It was those asshole employees! They switched me surviving with a knife with you, A PEICE OF BEAN CURD! You're lucky I eat meat…"

He dropped Tofu and left through the door. Everyone was now in shock and surprise. At last Wesker managed to get Spastic's brain back in his head, although I think only about half of it made it. Not that Wesker was very worried about it at this point in time, he had the headache from hell. I mean you get hit in the head by over 6000 shells from a machine gun and see if you don't have a headache.

"Can we just get the hell out of here?"

"No need to get all cranky you know." McDonalds murmured.

"I can't help it without my glasses I get pissy. Plus my hair is all mussed again...SO SHUT-UP!"

Grumbling Wesker slammed through a door, knocking it clear off its hinges. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He snatched it out of his pocket and clicked the talk button.

"Hello?"

"Albert, where are you?"

"Chris?"

"Who the hell you think it is...you're mother!"

"After the day I've had…" Wesker rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"

"Can you pick up some beer on your way home...we're out again."

"I picked up the last six pack! Have you been partying again!"

"Well...maybe I invited a few friends over...and maybe they got a little rowdy...and maybe we pretty much destroyed the apartment...and...uh...maybe we sorta broke a few pairs of your sunglasses..."

Wesker gripped the phone so tightly that it shattered in his hand. To say he was pissed would be an understatement.

"I need to kill something!" Wesker spun looked around the room wildly. "Que! Que for me to kill something!"

Just then the wall burst open and the Tyrant from earlier in the story appeared.

"Hey, didn't we kill you earlier?" McDonalds was now confused. "You know, when Wesker knocked you off that building."

"Yeah, that's true. But I signed a new contract with Mikami himself and it states that I am supposed to fight you and not get thrown off buildings."

"Ohh...well...Hey Wesker, kill him!"

McDonalds and everyone else slowly backed away as Wesker grinned evilly, while cracking his knuckles, and stalking toward the unsuspecting tyrant.

"Uh...now Mr. Wesker remember you're afraid of Tyrants." The Tyrant squeaked, trying to look tough. "I'm not gonna go easy on you...like GRRRRR..."

"oooo...scary..."

Then Wesker pounced...literally...

NOTICE

Due to the graphic nature of the following scene we are unable to show you the actual...well...scene. I mean we don't wanna get sued or anything...

Tyrant: What...what are you gonna do with that cattle prod!

Wesker: (evil laugh)

Tyrant: AHHHHHHH!

Larcen: Oh man I'm gonna be sick...

McDonalds: Oh shit! Man that's...that's just wrong...

Tyrant: NO! ANYTHING BUT JUMPER CABLES!

Wesker: (more evil laughter) Heeeeere little tyrant, tyrant!

Tyrant: (sound of it being electrocuted)

We now return you to the show...already in progress...

Wesker flipped the comb through his hair, expertly fixing it back in place. This is of course despite the gallons of blood permeating his hairdo, his cloths...well pretty much every inch of his body. Good thing he wore black, outside of his face, arms, and hair you never would have known he was covered in drippy blood. Who knew a tyrant could bleed so much?

"Uh...Wes...maybe you need a shower?" Larcen suggested.

"Why?"

Wesker smiled, wandering over, his shoes making wet squishy sounds. He also appeared to be dripping blood all over the place and leaving bloody footprints. McDonalds glanced at the pile of goo that had formerly been the tyrant, trying not to throw up.

"Anyway, no time for that. Gotta get to the factory." Wesker smiled happily and walked toward a door. "C'mon fluffy!"