It was a herculean effort of patience, but even the dimmest mice could eventually get through the maze with enough cheese. Wesker exhaled a long breath through his nose and clicked his pen, shifting to make notes on the pages before him.

"Good," he says, as if he'd expected there might be some other option. "I assume that will be your foremost employment? Entertainer?" The pen paused. Red and gold eyes flicked above the sunglasses to glance at Gary. "Unless you've a day job in mind as well?"