The Monroe children sat across the table from Wesker. It has only been three days that Wesker has been there, and it already has turned into a war. Litterally. When one of the children did something, he'd retaliate instantly.

His clothes went missing. He shreaded their homework. Bye bye went his sunglasses (Oh no! Not his sunglasses), the t.v was disconnected.

Then, one morning, Wesker woke up to shouts drifting from downstairs. Dimly, he heard the t.v playing, probably on the teletoon retro station, most likely one of the Batman episodes. Wesker, letting out a huff of rage at the thought of losing his beauty sleep, threw off the covers and stomped down the stairs.

The sight in front of him stopped him cold. Artemis and Apollo where causing an up roar. The couch was over turned, the coffee table was against a wall, and the lazy boy chair was laying on it's side. The rest of the Monroe children where standing by the entrance way, watching their brother and sister fight.

"I can't believe you said that!"

"Well believe it, because it's true."

"Oh, you're stupid. If you believe that, then Justin Beiber is the Prince of Pop. Oh, wait, they say he already is! He can't even fucking sing! And there is no way you can compare Justin Beiber with Micheal Jackson, because Jackson would win every time!" Artemis threw a punch at Apollo while saying this.

Apollo caught the punch and twisted it so that it went behind Artemis' back, effectivly pinning her. "Chill sis, you're going to start ranting again."

Artemis threw her head back, smashing the back of her skull against the bridge of her brothers nose, causing him to lose his grip on his sister. She shoved him back.

Wesker approched the younger siblings. "What are they fighting about?" He ground out between his teeth.

"Oh this? This is a common occurance between them. It happens every time certain episodes come on. We call it: 'The Great Debate: Who's Better? Riddler or Scarecrow." Charlot said.

"Yeah," Christian piped up, "if we don't manage to chase off the babysitter before hand, this usually does it."

Wesker growled, marched up to the fighting twins, and seperated the two. "Isn't it time for school?" He hissed.

"Okay look." Apollo started.

"We know you've only been here..." Artemis cut in.

"For a week..." Apollo took it back.

"And, we will admit, you managed to survive..." Artemis shrugged.

"Quite well, actually, considering what we put you through..." Apollo looked at his sister.

"Especially since I stabbed you in the cheast and neck when you first arrived..." Artemis let out a laugh.

"But, really, you of all people should know it's Saturday..." Apollo rolled his eyes.

"I mean, we know our parents are idiots..." Artemis rolled her eyes.

"Hiring a terrorist and all..." Apollo sighed and face palmed.

"But at least we thought..." Artemis placed an arm on her brothers shoulder.

"That he would be smarter than them." Apollo finished.

The twins burst out laughing at Weskers confused expression before shutting off the t.v. They looked around the room, smiled sheepishly at each other, and started straightening up the room. Wesker growled under his breath before he went on his way to exit the room.

"I'll tell the cook to make breakfast. Oh, and by the way, you're both right. Scarecrow and Riddler are equally awesome."

*7*7*7*7*

"Wesker!" Apollos voice rang out through the house, "Artemis and I are going out. Don't know when we'll be back, but don't wait up for us!"

"Remember the nap times, snack times, and we promised the chilluns that we would take them to the park and get them ice-cream! Do that for us! Also, you'll have to make the snacks and dinner yourself because the cook took the rest of the day off!" Artemis chimed up, and before Wesker had time to react, he heard the door slam closed.

"Wait... what?" Wesker shook his head slightly. He should have plenty of time until snack time, because snack time is at 1:30 and it's 1:35... Oh, crap.

Wesker blurred down the stairs and came to a dead halt. It was silent... too silent. He tiptoed into the room, and just managed to duck in time. A frying pan, a rather large one at that, clattered on the ground behind him. A trip wire made from fishing wire doned the entrance of the kitchen.

"You're late. We're hungry. Do something about it." One of the children sat at the table, partially concealled by shadow. Wesker growled slightly under his breath before striding to the counter and making peanut butter sandwiches.

"Eat up. We're going to the park after this." Wesker grounded out between a set of teeth before storming out of the room.

The children stared at the sandwiches with a look of disgust written clearly. "I thought we got rid of the peanut butter..." Charlot whispered almost painfully and hid behind Christian.

They didn't like peanut butter. They hated peanut butter. They fired their last cheif because she bought peanut butter.

Dear lord. The children went hungry.