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As Dr. Starline made his way to his old partner's lab, he felt an odd bittersweet feeling as memories flooded back. Good memories, bad memories, call them what you will, he attempted to ignore them as they returned back to him. Because that was not what today was about, oh no. Today would simply be a humble exchange
'Good evening, Starline,' he said. 'Care to lie down? I'd imagine you want to get this over and done with, but I can talk.'
'No thank you,' replied Starline. 'Just get it done with.
He was put to sleep and woke up with a new set of genitalia. He contained his excitement for the sake of seeming unprofessional, a task made particularly hard from the anesthetic.
'Good to see you happy,' replied Eggman, a sly smile on his face. He could tell Starline was hiding his joy.
'Indeed. Well, I must be off.'
Starline left, trying to ignore the pain he felt below and the joy he felt above. He saw a familiar teenager, with brown hair and red Doc Martens. God, not them again.
