[voice]

[bartok_bat]

Happy birthday, Claire sir!

Want me to play my ukelele for your birthday, sir?

Wesker sir.

Ever since Master died, sir, I have had lots of time to think, sir.

And I learned I don't like people to threaten my friends, sir.

So stay away from my friends, sir, or you'll have the angriest Russian White bat in existence after you, sir.

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[iamwesker]

Bat is a delicacy, or so Sergei told me once.

[voice]

[bartok_bat]

Sir, if that's your idea of a threat, you'll have to work on your portfolio, sir.

Compared to Master Rasputin, sir, you're strictly little league, sir.

[iamwesker]

Were you worth my time, I might, but a flying rodent scarcely concerns me.

[voice] Beware Bartok, Wesker, for he is cute, and tiny.

[bartok_bat]

Sir, we bats out number you several thousand to your one.

And we don't fight alone, sir.

[iamwesker]

I never did find out what the T-virus did to a Russian bat. Quite a few others, but never that kind. Might make a fine present for Miss Claire's birthday.

[voice]

[bartok_bat]

You don't scare me, sir. If you had ever met Master Grigori Rasputin, sir, you'd know why, sir.

[iamwesker]

Again, you wrongly assume I care.

[regenerable]

Stay away from him.

[voice]

[bartok_bat]

It's okay, Claire sir.

He's about as scary as the story of Baba Yaga, sir. That is, he might be good at scaring small children, sir...

But I'm almost fifteen years old, sir. I can deal with him, sir.

[iamwesker]

Or you will... what?

[regenerable]

I don't know. I'll find something.

[iamwesker]

One down, little Claire. So small too. Perhaps you should stick to men to fight your wars next time instead of a near child. Only three more to go.

((He's lying, of course, but... it's Wesker. He does that.))