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awesker: Birkin. Was just about to check in, but I have to ask: what has prompted you to change your username?
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: Oh Albert Albert Albert. Been meaning to talk to you, been busy doing my very best on that super-duper-scooper secret G-VIRUS work cause I know you said we're in a rush cause we need that for "THE ORGANIZATION" to take us "SERIOUSLY" about "STUFF" and "THINGS" but I just had a thought had a thought thought - WHY DON'T WE START BRANDING OUR JOINT RESEARCH? You know, book deals, t-shirts and logos, conferences on synergy and shit like that. AWESOMESAUCE, HAPPINESS, AND GOOD TIMES FOR ALL! WOO! … do you smell burning.
awesker: … Birkin, I don't know what's come over you, and frankly I don't care. How are you progressing on G?
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: You don't understand good buddy. I can see THE UNIVERSE, the trees, the grass, the SHERRY SHUT UP DADDY IS VERY BUSY WORKING ON SPECIAL GROWN UP WORK NOW GO COLOUR IN THE CORNER.
awesker: …
awesker: …
awesker: What.
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: So like I was saying - what do you want for lunch? There's pudding that looks like chocolate but I'm told it's walnut watermelon. GRAPENUTS!
awesker: Well, you've successfully left me at a loss for words, Birkin.
L33chQu33n: That makes two of us.
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: The fuck?
awesker: This is a private corporate communication. Identify yourself.
L33chQu33n: What're you going to do, riddle me with bullets? I'm afraid that won't work this time, my former student.
awesker: I say again. Identify yourself and leave this communication, or there will be grave consequences for you.
L33chQu33n: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
L33chQu33n: I'm beyond your power, Albert. I look forward to watching you and your own slowly fall apart from my machinations.
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: Al, old buddy, I'm trippin' hard right about now. What's he going on about?
awesker: Quiet, Birkin.
awesker: Whoever you are, L33chQu33n, know that you have trifled with the wrong people. I ask only once more: Who are you, and what is your intent?
L33chQu33n: LOL. For proteges so skilled in the art of having your mentor slaughtered, you both sure are slow to the uptake.
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: HOW CAN HE KNOW THAT, WESKER? *i never Told anyone.
awesker: I have no recollection of the event of which you speak.
L33chQu33n: Of course you don't. Just like you don't know that wee little Birkin's thesis was on controlled genetic mutation - the precursor to your precious G-Virus. Or that poor little Wesker, with his ruminations on human advancement through precise gene therapy, impressed me such that I took him under my wing to work on the T-Virus.
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: You can't be. DOCTOR MARCUS!?
L33chQu33n: Indeed. Thank you for arriving aboard the train of thought, Mr. Birkin. We look forward to your continuing patronage.
awesker: Unlikely. Marcus has been dead for ten years. You're merely an imposter using the name of a long-disgraced corpse.
L33chQu33n: Words hurt, don't you know? I bet you're just angry because my continued existence means you've failed at something - and failure just can't exist in the eyes of Spencer's favourite pet, can it?
awesker: Look at you, flailing around like the worthless scum that you are. Tell me, then: if you truly are the late James Marcus, why have you only now re-emerged?
L33chQu33n: It's quite simple, really - to ensure I have my revenge. Now. At this pivotal moment.
L33chQu33n: At least, that's my impression from Birkin's ongoing chain of emails with the United States government, about trading secrets for security.
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: WHAT NO NO NO NO NO NO! LIES! ALL LIES!
L33chQu33n: And based on your sneering in that cramped little mid-town apartment, Wesker, I'd gather your own little plans are on the verge of success.
awesker: Listen to me, because I will say this only once. Whatever presumptions you have about making these accusations, whatever you hope to gain, it. Will. Fail. And I will be the one to stand over your pathetic excuse for a corpse - whether you ARE Marcus or not - and I will laugh. Because nothing amuses me more than utter, unadulterated stupidity in the face of TRUE genius.
L33chQu33n: So much posturing, hiding such dysfunction. I'm almost sad about how much I plan to enjoy breaking you AND your precious Umbrella, if only because I see such effort wasted in you.
L33chQu33n: Have a good evening, gentlemen :p. And sleep while you can…
ERROR: L33chQu33n disconnected. Reason: User profile does not exist.
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: No, no, no, no, no. What're we going to do? He knows where we live, he watches us. HES IN THE WALLS!
awesker: Birkin, pull it together. Whatever this was, it will not halt our plans. Continue with your experiments, and let me worry about the rest.
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: Fine, FINE, FINE! Get off my back, PANCAKES!
awesker: … Get some air first. You've been in that lab too long.
awesker: Oh, and Birkin? We WILL be having a discussion about your chosen associates.
WilliamBirkinChampOfChamps: FU-