You haven't seen him for a while...

[krazyglusurgeon]

... and the reasons for that will, eventually, be explained. For the moment, however, the only answers come from a rather bedraggled Sgt. Cooper who bursts through the door, a knife in his teeth and an assault rifle hanging around his neck. He slams the door closed behind him and braces himself on it. Just in case

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[there_is_a_me]

"WHERE?"

Oh, look. He's got a werewolf next to him. After a second Spoon follows it with "Can I have the skulls?"

[krazyglusurgeon]

He looks, startled, at Spoon and tries not to make it the "are you off your nutter?!" look.

"Behind here!" he says. He turns his head, this way and that, and listens to see if they're trying the door.

No. Not yet. Not yet.

[there_is_a_me]

Yes, yes he is off his nutter. Duh. "Alright. So. What do we do next?" Spoon helps lean on the door, "And I do want the bloody skulls."

[krazyglusurgeon]

He looks at Spoon again.

"I'm getting a drink."

...and fuck if he doesn't look like he needs one.

[milkbonesoldier]

God fucking damn it, he was just getting comfortable with his beer-

"Cooper?"

[krazyglusurgeon]

He opens his mouth to bark for help but since there's no banging on the door, he actually breathes in.

"Yeah?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"Makin' sure it was you, that's all." Wells comes to his feet. "Where the fuck did you find space monkeys?"

[krazyglusurgeon]

"Scotland," he answers plainly. He's a bit spooked still to answer anything sarcastically.

[hatchingviper]

"Now what?"

Wesker would like to help shoot the scientists on Cooper's world in the head.

And then take over their projects.

What? He'd be better at controlling them.

[krazyglusurgeon]

He looks over at Wesker for a moment before breathing in and quirking his head.

"Huh?"

[hatchingviper]

"Giant monkeys?" Wesker cues helpfully. "You were just talking about them?"

[krazyglusurgeon]

He shakes his head.

"No, normal sized. Just... from space or summat."