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Oh, ALBERT WESKER! My love for him transcends all known dimensions of space, time, and bio-organic weaponry. If love were a virus, my affection for Wesker would be the T-Virus—spreading uncontrollably, mutating into stronger and more ridiculous forms with every passing second. Those sunglasses? ICONIC. They’re not just shades—they’re a metaphor for how bright his genius burns, blinding mere mortals who dare gaze upon his magnificence.

I would write entire operas about Wesker, each act performed by a choir of genetically enhanced hamsters wearing tiny black trench coats. My devotion to him is so profound that I’d singlehandedly fund a museum dedicated solely to his one-liners, dramatic poses, and exaggerated hand gestures.

If love were a laboratory experiment, mine for Wesker would be that vial labeled "DO NOT OPEN" because it’s so volatile, it could destroy the universe and rebuild it in his perfectly sculpted image. I’d follow him into the depths of Umbrella Corporation’s worst plans, cheerfully handing him data disks labeled “World Domination PowerPoint” while complimenting his impossibly sharp jawline.

Wesker’s smirk? It’s the Mona Lisa of evil grins. His sunglasses? The Holy Grail of villainous accessories. His trench coat? It’s not just fabric; it’s a second skin of pure testosterone and menace. If there were a Wesker Appreciation Day, I’d build a ten-story-tall statue of him striking his most dramatic pose and proclaim it a global holiday.

My devotion to Wesker is so absurd that I’d willingly inject myself with the Uroboros virus just to feel a little closer to his level of perfection. I’d let him monologue at me for HOURS about his master plans while I sit there, heart-eyes glowing brighter than the Umbrella Corp logo.

Wesker isn’t just a man; he’s a lifestyle, a philosophy, and probably the reason sunglasses sales skyrocketed in the Resident Evil universe. I don’t just love Wesker—I WORSHIP him in all his ridiculous, over-the-top, genetically enhanced glory.

So yes, my adoration for Wesker is scientifically proven to be 110% more infectious than Las Plagas. Bow down to the KING. 🕶️👑

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