Holy-Patoody-Moly, dear Mr. Kettle, I must humbly retract my previous uttererd statements. By the heavens, I have never felt such profound embarrassment as when that dashing young lad, Bobby-Bubba, so effortlessly tore asunder my ancient, worn farty trousers, leaving me quite exposed, before he effortlessly prolaped wrinkly cheeks. In hindsight, grooming my body prior to our match would have served me well, as he most surely would have been kinder to my booty. I sense, from from your cries during the game, that you too have faced a similar fate. I guess we find ourselves not merely in a state of being COOKED, but utterly scorched black, sadly. Though I bear the weight of my own shame, I take solace in my many years, I can scarcely fathom the depth of your own feelings as a youngling. Thus, I bid you farewell, young bunny Feng, and may the blessings of the God accompany you further down the line.

-rep tunnel + camp, probably scared he won't get a kill without it :(

ez cry more baby killer bark for me

+rep Nice and kind wesker (the Maria on Ormond)

+rep good surv