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Wilbur stood by the operating table after they had it cleaned up, smiling darkly at the doctor who came in with him.

"So this is where it happened." Wilbur said with an evil laugh. "Where you stitched my head onto her body."

"This is the place. It looks a bit different now, of course. No one around but us, most of the equipment isn't here, and your body is long gone along with her... I don't know what became of that. That does worry me."

"Oh, don't worry, that has been handled. I won't say how, but in a way that you can't be implicated for the surgery." Wilbur said, stretching his legs out a bit, looking down at his new nylon-covered shapely legs. "I can't wait to make some good use out of these."

"Well, that's why we did the surgery." The doctor said flatly. "So you can make the most out of it. I obviously do not need to be apprised with the details."

"You don't, but I'm going to. Her husband will love what I do wit them."

"Her, her husband?" The doctor asked, not really sure he heard right and unsure if he really wanted to know in the first place.

"Who do you think paid half?"

"I don't ask, and I do not wish to know any more details. I'll leave that to you."

"Fair enough." Wilbur said with an evil smile. Too bad, he wanted to tell the doctor about all the things he was planning on doing, but oh well, he'll just save the telling for showing his new "husband"!