RPD: So you send others. Mmk. Not as long as I don't have to praise to 'Albert Christ' or something. Last thing I need is an Umbrella printed Bible... And lo, Wesker created light on the first day. Then a bunch of fucking freaks do his dirty work. The end. Umbrell-ology perfect.
Harold (with Chujitsuna latched to his leg): Christ... anyone want to unhinge this thing from me?