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- Wesker and Savage both strolled to the tables before them, uncovering matching plates that were, sure enough, adorned with three fried worms. Savage had a knowing smile on his face as he looked from Wesker to the plate before him. With a chuckle, he nodded. “Well, Wesker, I suppose I’ve won.”
- Wesker slammed his fist down. There was no possible way that this was finished before it had begun. He wouldn’t allow it. “What is the meaning of this?”
- “Calm down, please. It’s unbecoming of you. Besides, violence is not going to eat those worms for you.”
- Wesker lowered his glasses. “And how do you suppose that leads to your victory?”
- “Face it, Wesker. You’re powerful, you’re intelligent, but you’re also far too deluded in your own being to eat worms.”
- “And you suppose you are, Savage? You think just as highly of yourself.”
- “Have you forgotten who I am, Wesker? How many years I’ve walked this hellhole of a planet? I’ve eaten things far worse than a trio of sauteed worms.”
- Immediately, Wesker grabbed all three of his fried worms and shoved them into his mouth. Savage’s smile grew wider, and it clicked for Wesker.
- This was the plan all along.
- - Season 13, Round 3, /u/RobstahTheLobstah
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