Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v3]

[New Castillan Empire]

The spy quickly threw Williem out of the window as he tanked the gas grenade to the face, exposing him to the chemical and leaving him to put on a gas mask before he attempted to run away, not before activating the air conditioning blowing in her direction with a remote device and also leaving a canister that released mustard gas.

The three Afrikaaners got in the car mostly in one piece and sped off into the sunset, never to be seen again for quite some time.

May began to cough up blood, as her metal lungs struggled to handle the gas. "Akh-akh! BLURG! Hack-hack! Please, Vixen! Let me go! She began to writhe on the ground, throwing the small amounts of food in her stomach up. She spent her time trying to hit her lungs there, to stop her from choking to death. "You goddamn incestuous fuckers!"

Her soldiers tried to lift her out, but they couldn't.

"Oh, mierda! We need to help her, hombres!" Carlos said. "Jaul! Get that nina out of there! You two, clean up the mess!" He said, handing Fernando and Jose two complex-looking devices as they pulled a forcefield visor over their faces as well as an air filter and desperately tried to clean up the toxic gas mix using a vacuum.

Meanwhile, Jaul made himself transparent to avoid being hit with the gas and went to pull May out of the binds using his Fantasma strength.

[New Castillan Empire]

Behind the South Fallsian guard, Noel entered with light guard today with just his two elite guardsmen. All three had gauntlets on their dominant arms.

"Oh, my, what an interesting situation I have walked in on."

"If you're wondering what happened, May returned all scarred up and cyborg-ish, the Afrikaaners come along, Jaul exposes them by showing them a couple of their past experiments and before you know it one of the Afrikaaners shoots and skins May's therapy bunny and now the place is filled with toxic gas. Don't worry, we're cleaning it up." Faustin said as the Ryk's experiments still stood behind him. ((1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 here for reference AGAIN.)

"Kill us, please." One of them pleaded in a text to speech voice.

[Teutonican Empire]

Behind the South Fallsian guard, Noel entered with light guard today with just his two elite guardsmen. All three had gauntlets on their dominant arms.

"Oh, my, what an interesting situation I have walked in on."

"If you're wondering what happened, May returned all scarred up and cyborg-ish, the Afrikaaners come along, Jaul exposes them by showing them a couple of their past experiments and before you know it one of the Afrikaaners shoots and skins May's therapy bunny and now the place is filled with toxic gas. Don't worry, we're cleaning it up." He said as the Ryk's experiments still stood behind him. ((1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 here for reference AGAIN.)

"Kill us, please." One of them pleaded in a text to speech voice.

"Oh, dear, that girl."

Noel groaned and looked at the experiments. His arm gauntlet shifted to envelop his hand, forming some sort of blaster.

"With pleasure." He pointed the blaster at the experiments.

[New Castillan Empire]

)

"If you're wondering what happened, May returned all scarred up and cyborg-ish, the Afrikaaners come along, Jaul exposes them by showing them a couple of their past experiments and before you know it one of the Afrikaaners shoots and skins May's therapy bunny and now the place is filled with toxic gas. Don't worry, we're cleaning it up." He said as the Ryk's experiments still stood behind him. ((1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 here for reference AGAIN.)

"Kill us, please." One of them pleaded in a text to speech voice.

"Oh, dear, that girl."

Noel groaned and looked at the experiments. His arm gauntlet shifted to envelop his hand, forming some sort of blaster.

"With pleasure." He pointed the blaster at the experiments.

Some of the experiments, despite the pain of doing so, attempted to smile in gratitude for the brave one who finally were going to be set three after years and years of torture.

"We cannot thank you enough for doing this. We are finally going to be woken from this nightmare, this hell on Earth. We shall finally be free..." The third one speeched.

[The South Falls]

May began to cough up blood, as her metal lungs struggled to handle the gas. "Akh-akh! BLURG! Hack-hack! Please, Vixen! Let me go! She began to writhe on the ground, throwing the small amounts of food in her stomach up. She spent her time trying to hit her lungs there, to stop her from choking to death. "You goddamn incestuous fuckers!"

Her soldiers tried to lift her out, but they couldn't.

"Oh, mierda! We need to help her, hombres!" Carlos said. "Jaul! Get that nina out of there! You two, clean up the mess!" He said, handing Fernando and Jose two complex-looking devices as they pulled a forcefield visor over their faces as well as an air filter and desperately tried to clean up the toxic gas mix using a vacuum.

Meanwhile, Jaul made himself transparent to avoid being hit with the gas and went to pull May out of the binds using his Fantasma strength.

She fell to the floor, the entire right side of her face looking like a mess of metal, eaten away by the napalm. When she got up, she laughed. "So, maybe I'm not getting any dates." She then frowned, and coughed up more blood. "You know, it hurts. But, it can't be as bad as those horses that they destroyed."

[Teutonican Empire]

Noel unleashed an ultra-quick volley of little energy bolts from his blaster gauntlet, likely killing each of the experiments on contact instantly.

"Farewell, tortured spirits."

His blaster slid back, freeing his hand oncemore. His stoic expression showed little remorse in killing, but he gave a sigh afterwards that suggested relief of some sort.

[The South Falls]

:? )

"Oh, dear, that girl."

Noel groaned and looked at the experiments. His arm gauntlet shifted to envelop his hand, forming some sort of blaster.

"With pleasure." He pointed the blaster at the experiments.

Some of the experiments, despite the pain of doing so, attempted to smile in gratitude for the brave one who finally were going to be set three after years and years of torture.

"We cannot thank you enough for doing this. We are finally going to be woken from this nightmare, this hell on Earth. We shall finally be free..." The third one speeched.

May reached her hand out, trying to stop it, but then she thought otherwise. "Is this what they truly want? Should I interfere in this mess?" She turned her head around towards Noel and put her hand down. "I can't stop you if this is their true want."

[New Castillan Empire]

"Oh, mierda! We need to help her, hombres!" Carlos said. "Jaul! Get that nina out of there! You two, clean up the mess!" He said, handing Fernando and Jose two complex-looking devices as they pulled a forcefield visor over their faces as well as an air filter and desperately tried to clean up the toxic gas mix using a vacuum.

Meanwhile, Jaul made himself transparent to avoid being hit with the gas and went to pull May out of the binds using his Fantasma strength.

She fell to the floor, the entire right side of her face looking like a mess of metal, eaten away by the napalm. When she got up, she laughed. "So, maybe I'm not getting any dates." She then frowned, and coughed up more blood. "You know, it hurts. But, it can't be as bad as those horses that they destroyed."

"Don't worry, amigo, I'm sure you'll recover." Jaul said, assisting her back to their table as he winced at the sight of her face, now having been eaten into a melting, nightmarish mess by mustard gas AND napalm.

"Here, have some water." Jaul said as he then got slapped on the back of the head by Faustin "You huevon, she doesn't drink water! She needs blood hombre!"

"Anyone want to be a donor?" Carlos asked as Juan, Jaul AND Faustin shook their heads.

"Actually, I'll do it." He said, throwing down his backpack as Fernando cleaned up what was left of the gas, then removing the armour plating on his forearm as well as his combat glove, revealing several cutting scars. He then took out his razor blade and slashed a small horizontal section on his forearm.

"Don't worry, amigo, this has been a regular occurence ever since my girlfriend left me! Now, drink up, amiga!" Jose said, extending her arm to her.

[The South Falls]

She fell to the floor, the entire right side of her face looking like a mess of metal, eaten away by the napalm. When she got up, she laughed. "So, maybe I'm not getting any dates." She then frowned, and coughed up more blood. "You know, it hurts. But, it can't be as bad as those horses that they destroyed."

"Don't worry, amigo, I'm sure you'll recover." Jaul said, assisting her back to their table as he winced at the sight of her face, now having been eaten into a melting, nightmarish mess by mustard gas AND napalm.

"Here, have some water." Jaul said as he then got slapped on the back of the head by Faustin "You huevon, she doesn't drink water! She needs blood hombre!"

"Anyone want to be a donor?" Carlos asked as Juan, Jaul AND Faustin shook their heads.

"Actually, I'll do it." He said, throwing down his backpack as Fernando cleaned up what was left of the gas, then removing the armour plating on his forearm as well as his combat glove, revealing several cutting scars. He then took out his razor blade and slashed a small horizontal section on his forearm.

"Don't worry, amigo, this has been a regular occurence ever since my girlfriend left me! Now, drink up, amiga!" Jose said, extending her arm to her.

"Um... Thanks. For everything." May put her head over Fernando's arm and bit down on the wound. She began to suck voraciously, trying to make back the losses she'd garnered over her past fights. She then slowed the flow of blood into her mouth, but continued. Her soldiers sat there, puzzled by how their colonel was now a cyborg-vampire mix.

[New Castillan Empire]

"Don't worry, amigo, I'm sure you'll recover." Jaul said, assisting her back to their table as he winced at the sight of her face, now having been eaten into a melting, nightmarish mess by mustard gas AND napalm.

"Here, have some water." Jaul said as he then got slapped on the back of the head by Faustin "You huevon, she doesn't drink water! She needs blood hombre!"

"Anyone want to be a donor?" Carlos asked as Juan, Jaul AND Faustin shook their heads.

"Actually, I'll do it." He said, throwing down his backpack as Fernando cleaned up what was left of the gas, then removing the armour plating on his forearm as well as his combat glove, revealing several cutting scars. He then took out his razor blade and slashed a small horizontal section on his forearm.

"Don't worry, amigo, this has been a regular occurence ever since my girlfriend left me! Now, drink up, amiga!" Jose said, extending her arm to her.

"Um... Thanks. For everything." May put her head over Fernando's arm and bit down on the wound. She began to suck voraciously, trying to make back the losses she'd garnered over her past fights. She then slowed the flow of blood into her mouth, but continued. Her soldiers sat there, puzzled by how their colonel was now a cyborg-vampire mix.

"If you like, i can call up the field medic we have on speed dial. He can give you a face transplant, if you like. Or we can get you a mask. Whichever you prefer." Faustin said, stroking May's head. "Also, I have another kind of cute animal that could help calm you down. Ever heard of Chalotos?" He mentioned.

[Low bloods]

(Hate when I can't say brb, but I figured they'd get out.)

Vixen was gone for the moment, ready to return with rage later on.

[New Castillan Empire]

(Hate when I can't say brb, but I figured they'd get out.)

Vixen was gone for the moment, ready to return with rage later on.

"Don't worry, I know a guy who I'm guessing is sorta like him." Jaul said, grabbing his smart watch and dialing a number.

"Hola? Reaper, is that you? Yeah, I just want you on stand-by incase anything funny were to happen. Alright, adios."

"Anyways, what's up with the Queen? She's been gone for, like, days. She wasn't killed, was she?" Jaul questioned

[Teutonican Empire]

After presumably killing all six experiments, Noel gave a maniacal grin to May and went to take a seat.

//Will be gone for a bit

[The South Falls]

"Um... Thanks. For everything." May put her head over Fernando's arm and bit down on the wound. She began to suck voraciously, trying to make back the losses she'd garnered over her past fights. She then slowed the flow of blood into her mouth, but continued. Her soldiers sat there, puzzled by how their colonel was now a cyborg-vampire mix.

"If you like, i can call up the field medic we have on speed dial. He can give you a face transplant, if you like. Or we can get you a mask. Whichever you prefer." Faustin said, stroking May's head. "Also, I have another kind of cute animal that could help calm you down. Ever heard of Chalotos?" He mentioned.

"Yea, maybe I'll take that face transplant. I dearly need it. A mask won't do. I'm not the type that creeps up silently. I'll just get in your face." She didn't care Faustin was stroking her hair. "Well, I haven't heard of Chalotos. What is it?"

After presumably killing all six experiments, Noel gave a maniacal grin to May and went to take a seat.

//Will be gone for a bit

(Alright, see you 'round!)
She looked over after biting Fernando. His grin made her stomach turn, but she wasn't in the mood for sass.

[New Castillan Empire]

"If you like, i can call up the field medic we have on speed dial. He can give you a face transplant, if you like. Or we can get you a mask. Whichever you prefer." Faustin said, stroking May's head. "Also, I have another kind of cute animal that could help calm you down. Ever heard of Chalotos?" He mentioned.

"Yea, maybe I'll take that face transplant. I dearly need it. A mask won't do. I'm not the type that creeps up silently. I'll just get in your face." She didn't care Faustin was stroking her hair. "Well, I haven't heard of Chalotos. What is it?"

"Don't worry, the doc's coming in soon with a selection of faces you can choose from, all from *ahem* "willing" beautiful donors, to the likes of yourself. Hell, he might even have spare body parts in his storage, but to be honest, you don't want to look like Frankenstein's monster, do you?" Faustin joked and laughed."He also does offers for brain transplants so you can have a new body, but we'll be frank, would you really want one?"

"Anyways, Chalotos are basically one of the cutest little tribes we have in our empire. Infact, I brang some with me, conveniently." Faustin said as he reached down and bought out a cat carrier filled with small, plantlike creatures who made high-pitched squeaks and peeps who were only about one-and-a-half feet tall.

"I still want to know where the Queen is." Jaul said.

"Trust me, you don't." Faustin implied.

[The South Falls]

"Yea, maybe I'll take that face transplant. I dearly need it. A mask won't do. I'm not the type that creeps up silently. I'll just get in your face." She didn't care Faustin was stroking her hair. "Well, I haven't heard of Chalotos. What is it?"

"Don't worry, the doc's coming in soon with a selection of faces you can choose from, all from *ahem* "willing" beautiful donors, to the likes of yourself. Hell, he might even have spare body parts in his storage, but to be honest, you don't want to look like Frankenstein's monster, do you?" Faustin joked and laughed.

"Anyways, Chalotos are basically one of the cutest little tribes we have in our empire. Infact, I brang some with me, conveniently." Faustin said as he reached down and bought out a cat carrier filled with small, plantlike creatures who made high-pitched squeaks and peeps who were only about one-and-a-half feet tall.

"I still want to know where the Queen is." Jaul said.

"Trust me, you don't." Faustin implied.

"Oh, I don't truly care what face I get. As long as I have a fully working face, I can change it and modify it to any degree that I wish." She tapped the metal where her face used to be. "This can't change now. Willing? I know your government. But, I won't question it." She noticed the Chalotos.

"Aw, those things are the cutest. They're so beautiful. Maybe I could have one? It'd fit in a large-size pocket. There's enough water and anything else for a few years. It's so amazing." She began to cry small tears of joy. Or pain. Or anger. Or all three.

"The queen is... probably going at one of my lieutenants."

[New Castillan Empire]

"Don't worry, the doc's coming in soon with a selection of faces you can choose from, all from *ahem* "willing" beautiful donors, to the likes of yourself. Hell, he might even have spare body parts in his storage, but to be honest, you don't want to look like Frankenstein's monster, do you?" Faustin joked and laughed.

"Anyways, Chalotos are basically one of the cutest little tribes we have in our empire. Infact, I brang some with me, conveniently." Faustin said as he reached down and bought out a cat carrier filled with small, plantlike creatures who made high-pitched squeaks and peeps who were only about one-and-a-half feet tall.

"I still want to know where the Queen is." Jaul said.

"Trust me, you don't." Faustin implied.

"Oh, I don't truly care what face I get. As long as I have a fully working face, I can change it and modify it to any degree that I wish." She tapped the metal where her face used to be. "This can't change now. Willing? I know your government. But, I won't question it." She noticed the Chalotos.

"Aw, those things are the cutest. They're so beautiful. Maybe I could have one? It'd fit in a large-size pocket. There's enough water and anything else for a few years. It's so amazing." She began to cry small tears of joy. Or pain. Or anger. Or all three.

"The queen is... probably going at one of my lieutenants."

"No sh**, yeah, but she's being doing this for days. She can't possibly be keeping this up in a drunken stupor, unless..." Carlos said as he grew concerned. "...does she genuinely love her?"

Suddenly, the local Medic burst in with a cart full of cabinets and boxes. "Coming through, pardon me, sorry, apologies, gesundheit, etc..." the German doctor said as she then turned to May.

"Auch! Was is los here? We have some maternal issues with miss cyborg here... looks like an Ubisoft remake of the Terminator." The Medic said. "Now, I overheard you didn't mind which face you had, and that's fine, because I only had one on me anyway." He said, pulling out one that looked like that of a blood elf before grabbing a needle and sewing the former elvish face onto was was her old molten, flat metal.

"There we go! I think I rather looks good on you, ja? Anything else you need? I've got extra arms, hands, legs, tongues, organs, breasts, buttocks... anything in those regards, my dear?"

[The South Falls]

"Oh, I don't truly care what face I get. As long as I have a fully working face, I can change it and modify it to any degree that I wish." She tapped the metal where her face used to be. "This can't change now. Willing? I know your government. But, I won't question it." She noticed the Chalotos.

"Aw, those things are the cutest. They're so beautiful. Maybe I could have one? It'd fit in a large-size pocket. There's enough water and anything else for a few years. It's so amazing." She began to cry small tears of joy. Or pain. Or anger. Or all three.

"The queen is... probably going at one of my lieutenants."

"No sh**, yeah, but she's being doing this for days. She can't possibly be keeping this up in a drunken stupor, unless..." Carlos said as he grew concerned. "...does she genuinely love her?"

Suddenly, the local Medic burst in with a cart full of cabinets and boxes. "Coming through, pardon me, sorry, apologies, gesundheit, etc..." the German doctor said as she then turned to May.

"Auch! Was is los here? We have some maternal issues with miss cyborg here... looks like an Ubisoft remake of the Terminator." The Medic said. "Now, I overheard you didn't mind which face you had, and that's fine, because I only had one on me anyway." He said, pulling out one that looked like that of a blood elf before grabbing a needle and sewing the former elvish face onto was was her old molten, flat metal.

"There we go! I think I rather looks good on you, ja? Anything else you need? I've got extra arms, hands, legs, tongues, organs, breasts, buttocks... anything in those regards, my dear?"

May shook her head. "Two full days at this? She must be watching Waterworld in there. Man." She sat down as the doctor sewed the face on her, wincing as the needle pierced her sensored metal face. "A-a-agh. Before I change my features, what do I look like? I don't really need anything else, I can change whatever I truly want. Or... maybe, do you just have a skin-based hand? I have the metal superstructure, but I just want my skin, alright?" A shocked expression took her face.

[New Castillan Empire]

"No sh**, yeah, but she's being doing this for days. She can't possibly be keeping this up in a drunken stupor, unless..." Carlos said as he grew concerned. "...does she genuinely love her?"

Suddenly, the local Medic burst in with a cart full of cabinets and boxes. "Coming through, pardon me, sorry, apologies, gesundheit, etc..." the German doctor said as she then turned to May.

"Auch! Was is los here? We have some maternal issues with miss cyborg here... looks like an Ubisoft remake of the Terminator." The Medic said. "Now, I overheard you didn't mind which face you had, and that's fine, because I only had one on me anyway." He said, pulling out one that looked like that of a blood elf before grabbing a needle and sewing the former elvish face onto was was her old molten, flat metal.

"There we go! I think I rather looks good on you, ja? Anything else you need? I've got extra arms, hands, legs, tongues, organs, breasts, buttocks... anything in those regards, my dear?"

May shook her head. "Two full days at this? She must be watching Waterworld in there. Man." She sat down as the doctor sewed the face on her, wincing as the needle pierced her sensored metal face. "A-a-agh. Before I change my features, what do I look like? I don't really need anything else, I can change whatever I truly want. Or... maybe, do you just have a skin-based hand? I have the metal superstructure, but I just want my skin, alright?" A shocked expression took her face.

"Well, I guess I can show you the end result." the Medic said as he grabbed a mirror, revealing her having quite a cute face. Or, well, as cute as it could be with the stitches keeping it up.

"And I can organize for you to get some fresh skin for your arms, albeit with the skin of one of my severed arms." The Medic said, lifting up her robotic hand and scanning it with some sort of device. "Just taking measurements, mind you." He said before grabbing a perfectly, sized hand. "These things always come in handy, don't they? Ha, ha!" The doctor laughed as the conquistadors groaned and rolled their eyes.

"This might take a while. I just need to hollow out the hand so it can sort of slip onto your biotic endoskeleton, sort of like a cross between a fleshlight and a glove. Is that fine?"

[The South Falls]

May shook her head. "Two full days at this? She must be watching Waterworld in there. Man." She sat down as the doctor sewed the face on her, wincing as the needle pierced her sensored metal face. "A-a-agh. Before I change my features, what do I look like? I don't really need anything else, I can change whatever I truly want. Or... maybe, do you just have a skin-based hand? I have the metal superstructure, but I just want my skin, alright?" A shocked expression took her face.

"Well, I guess I can show you the end result." the Medic said as he grabbed a mirror, revealing her having quite a cute face. Or, well, as cute as it could be with the stitches keeping it up.

"And I can organize for you to get some fresh skin for your arms, albeit with the skin of one of my severed hands." The Medic said, lifting up her robotic hand and scanning it with some sort of device. "Just taking measurements, mind you." He said before grabbing a perfectly, sized hand.

"This might take a while. I just need to hollow out the hand so it can sort of slip onto your biotic endoskeleton like a glove. Is that fine?"

"Well, I look alright, wow. Maybe I'll keep the face for a little while, scare those Ryk soldiers." She admired her face in the mirror further. "I mean, it's almost... wow. Maybe Juan'd like it if I got more... anime-based, you know?" She laughed.

"Well. Thanks. It looks pretty good, I can tell you. Where'd you get those severed hands? Anyway, it's alright if you hollow out my hands. It's cool."

[New Castillan Empire]

"Well, I guess I can show you the end result." the Medic said as he grabbed a mirror, revealing her having quite a cute face. Or, well, as cute as it could be with the stitches keeping it up.

"And I can organize for you to get some fresh skin for your arms, albeit with the skin of one of my severed hands." The Medic said, lifting up her robotic hand and scanning it with some sort of device. "Just taking measurements, mind you." He said before grabbing a perfectly, sized hand.

"This might take a while. I just need to hollow out the hand so it can sort of slip onto your biotic endoskeleton like a glove. Is that fine?"

"Well, I look alright, wow. Maybe I'll keep the face for a little while, scare those Ryk soldiers." She admired her face in the mirror further. "I mean, it's almost... wow. Maybe Juan'd like it if I got more... anime-based, you know?" She laughed.

"Well. Thanks. It looks pretty good, I can tell you. Where'd you get those severed hands? Anyway, it's alright if you hollow out my hands. It's cool."

"I would, si." Juan commented.

"Hush, oh perverted one! There is no time for fan service when health is at the stake!" the Medic said as Juan sighed in disappointment.
"All this senseless violence, and as far as I'm concerned, the biggest thing that was killed here was my boner." Juan said.
"I stepped on an ant on the way here, and we're pretty sure here that's bigger than your boner." The conquistadors all laughed after Fernando's joke.

"Anyways, I tend to get my body parts from willing donors. Sometimes I sit next to the suicide clinic or psychologist, and make contracts with them that in the event they die from suicide or otherwise, then their body will be donated towards my private laboratory to be harvested for spare body parts later. You'll be surprised how many angsty teens, broken couples, old people and gamblers-gone-wrong will sign up for this sort of thing. Some even sign their children up, and as illegal and completely wrong as that is, it's another dime earned for me." The Medic creepily laughed.

"Anyways, I've sorted out your new hand now. Should look good, ja? Just give it a manicure and wear a watch to hide the stitches and you'll be fine. Also, don't do anything to demanding. This includes masturbation and extensive periods of keyboard activity like every other low-life dummkopf on this thre- I mean, every other business worker/leader is doing these days!" The Medic stated as she sewed her hand in, then gave her his 'Invader Zim' watch he's had ever since he was a kid.

"That's cool and all, but can't we give her breast implants too?" Juan said. "Maybe a pedicure too? I'm good at those..."

"I said hush, schwanzkopf!" The Medic urged

[Low bloods]

The shadows already started cleaning the mess. One stayed to the side, the one that took the acid.

Vixen had been laughing as he walks out of a shadow, his smile instantly fading to a look of anger as he let out a growl.

[New Castillan Empire]

The shadows already started cleaning the mess. One stayed to the side, the one that took the acid.

Vixen had been laughing as he walks out of a shadow, his smile instantly fading to a look of anger as he let out a growl.

"Oh, don't be such a grumpy one! I get into scenarios like this all the time! I usually just stay on the sidelines and patch people up, but sometimes curiosity gets the best of me and before you know it, a portion of your brain is inside a jar! Isn't that just the most morbid thing?" The Medic laughed maniacally. "Honestly, you remind me of this one fellow I met. Edgy, wielded two shotguns, hid in shadows..."

"But seriously, what's gotten you in a twist?" Medic said.

[The South Falls]

"Well, I look alright, wow. Maybe I'll keep the face for a little while, scare those Ryk soldiers." She admired her face in the mirror further. "I mean, it's almost... wow. Maybe Juan'd like it if I got more... anime-based, you know?" She laughed.

"Well. Thanks. It looks pretty good, I can tell you. Where'd you get those severed hands? Anyway, it's alright if you hollow out my hands. It's cool."

"I would, si." Juan commented.

"Hush, oh perverted one! There is no time for fan service when health is at the stake!" the Medic said as Juan sighed in disappointment.
"All this senseless violence, and as far as I'm concerned, the biggest thing that was killed here was my boner." Juan said.
"I stepped on an ant on the way here, and we're pretty sure here that's bigger than your boner." The conquistadors all laughed after Fernando's joke.

"Anyways, I tend to get my body parts from willing donors. Sometimes I sit next to the suicide clinic or psychologist, and make contracts with them that in the event they die from suicide or otherwise, then their body will be donated towards my private laboratory to be harvested for spare body parts later. You'll be surprised how many angsty teens, broken couples, old people and gamblers-gone-wrong will sign up for this sort of thing. Some even sign their children up, and as illegal and completely wrong as that is, it's another dime earned for me." The Medic creepily laughed.

"Anyways, I've sorted out your new hand now. Should look good, ja? Just give it a manicure and wear a watch to hide the stitches and you'll be fine. Also, don't do anything to demanding. This includes masturbation and extensive periods of keyboard activity like every other low-life dummkopf on this thre- I mean, every other business worker/leader is doing these days!" The Medic stated as she sewed her hand in, then gave her his 'Invader Zim' watch he's had ever since he was a kid.

"That's cool and all, but can't we give her breast implants too?" Juan said. "Maybe a pedicure too? I'm good at those..."

"I said hush, schwanzkopf!" The Medic urged

"Juan, you need Viagra. If you've boned for this long, see a doctor." She laughed, then grew a frown.
"If I were a better person, I'd object to using people's body parts for this kind of modification. People do that back home. Sign their kids up for a hit just for "survival training." We had to carry out some of those hits, but we never would shoot the child. Or, we normally didn't. Some kids died as a part of collateral damage, but we tried to preserve the ones we could. You don't know how many rich asses tried to call hits on their kids."

She gave the doctor a smile.

"Thank you so much, my friend. I'm not Juan, I'll be free from pleasuring myself, and I'll try to fire my guns later. Keep the safety on, ya know?" She buckled the watch around her arm, and the stiches were covered up. She handed him N$D 300, and kissed him on the cheek. "Consider that a present, comrade."

She turned to Juan, and her chest grew slightly bigger. "I've got that covered, my friend. Keep your kink to yourself."

[New Castillan Empire]

"I would, si." Juan commented.

"Hush, oh perverted one! There is no time for fan service when health is at the stake!" the Medic said as Juan sighed in disappointment.
"All this senseless violence, and as far as I'm concerned, the biggest thing that was killed here was my boner." Juan said.
"I stepped on an ant on the way here, and we're pretty sure here that's bigger than your boner." The conquistadors all laughed after Fernando's joke.

"Anyways, I tend to get my body parts from willing donors. Sometimes I sit next to the suicide clinic or psychologist, and make contracts with them that in the event they die from suicide or otherwise, then their body will be donated towards my private laboratory to be harvested for spare body parts later. You'll be surprised how many angsty teens, broken couples, old people and gamblers-gone-wrong will sign up for this sort of thing. Some even sign their children up, and as illegal and completely wrong as that is, it's another dime earned for me." The Medic creepily laughed.

"Anyways, I've sorted out your new hand now. Should look good, ja? Just give it a manicure and wear a watch to hide the stitches and you'll be fine. Also, don't do anything to demanding. This includes masturbation and extensive periods of keyboard activity like every other low-life dummkopf on this thre- I mean, every other business worker/leader is doing these days!" The Medic stated as she sewed her hand in, then gave her his 'Invader Zim' watch he's had ever since he was a kid.

"That's cool and all, but can't we give her breast implants too?" Juan said. "Maybe a pedicure too? I'm good at those..."

"I said hush, schwanzkopf!" The Medic urged

"Juan, you need Viagra. If you've boned for this long, see a doctor." She laughed, then grew a frown.
"If I were a better person, I'd object to using people's body parts for this kind of modification. People do that back home. Sign their kids up for a hit just for "survival training." We had to carry out some of those hits, but we never would shoot the child. Or, we normally didn't. Some kids died as a part of collateral damage, but we tried to preserve the ones we could. You don't know how many rich asses tried to call hits on their kids."

She gave the doctor a smile.

"Thank you so much, my friend. I'm not Juan, I'll be free from pleasuring myself, and I'll try to fire my guns later. Keep the safety on, ya know?" She buckled the watch around her arm, and the stiches were covered up. She handed him N$D 300, and kissed him on the cheek. "Consider that a present, comrade."

She turned to Juan, and her chest grew slightly bigger. "I've got that covered, my friend. Keep your kink to yourself."

Swooning a little from the kiss and the amount of cash earnt, the Medic turned to her before clearing his breath and regaining his professional attitude. "Not to worry, mein freunde. Remember: anything else big that goes down, I'll just patch you up thereafter, ja?" The Medic winked to the crew before wheeling his gear out.

"Oh, and before I go... Juan... I have some bad news and some good news. Zhe bad news is you have testicular cancer, but the good news is that it hasn't advanced to the major stages! There's also the neutral news of both of your testicles having the cancer strain and that they both need to be severed, but hey, I can always get you good ones. Just need to find some poor dummkopff willing to sacrifice their balls for some insignificant Nueva Venezuelan pervert..." Medic said as, with another heartbroken expression and a sigh, Juan turned away from the somehow-grown-bigger bosom and looked towards his friends, before leaving with the Medic to... *ahem* rid him of the cancer.