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this is what happens when your friend enables you
[Look! It's Sailor Chris, sailor soldier of booty and justice! He seems to not notice the extremely tight-fitting and revealing sailor outfit he's been squeezed into, however. In fact, he seems doggedly determined to complete whatever mission he's on right now: a usual for Chris Redfield.
Maybe he's trying to save face, what little there is left in an outfit like that anyway.]
Listen, Mun. I know you mean well, but I don't have time for this. Jill and Parker are still out there; they still need my help.
Send me back.
[Nah. It's more fun like this. Besides, we have a whole multiverse of people who need to witness your magical booty for themselves!]
. . . [And behold, the only sign that Chris is actually aware of the circumstances of his outfit: his face starts to look awful flustered.] My rear end is none of your business! Now I have a mission to complete and if you're not going to help, I'll figure it out myself!
Maybe he's trying to save face, what little there is left in an outfit like that anyway.]
Listen, Mun. I know you mean well, but I don't have time for this. Jill and Parker are still out there; they still need my help.
Send me back.
[Nah. It's more fun like this. Besides, we have a whole multiverse of people who need to witness your magical booty for themselves!]
. . . [And behold, the only sign that Chris is actually aware of the circumstances of his outfit: his face starts to look awful flustered.] My rear end is none of your business! Now I have a mission to complete and if you're not going to help, I'll figure it out myself!