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No. 12737
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Medic was barely able to keep up with Heavy, his body laden with fatigue and enough injuries to put any normal man out of commission. He panted heavily, making a small noise in the back of his throat to signal his dismay to his counterpart. Heavy paused in his rampage, turning back with a look of questioning on his face. Medic said nothing, only wincing as blood trickled from a headwound and down the side of his face.
Heavy's eyes lit up with realization and he held out a finger to silence the doctor. Adjusting his hold on Natascha, Heavy fiddled with the barrel -- Medic looking disgruntled all the while -- and popped the front open suddenly. Startled, Medic watched in surprise as Heavy procured a sandvich and plage from the belly of the large gun.
Medic took the sandvich, biting into it and feeling the waves of energy wash over him as he was healed.
Suddenly, his stomach rumbled and his skin crawled. The very second he swallowed his third bite, Medic felt his gut expand and his throat explode outwards into layers upon layers of lardlike fat. His head seemed to shrink in comparison to the rolls and rolls of blubber that had overtaken his body. He gargled, mouth opening to gobble up the rest of the Sandvich as a triumphant and proud smile overtook Heavy's face.
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