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"Ach Gott, zis is not good..." Egon scratched the scruff of his chin, looking down at the last thing to land on his surgical table - which was, by pure coincidence, the last Spy to serve on their team. He had run afoul of a very, very, very large turret in the field while trying to infiltrate BLU base, and... Well, there were a lot of pieces and not much Spy left. Egon had just happened to be wandering on the no-man's-land between the two bases when he came across the Spy... Well, the assorted pieces of the spy. Several buckets later, and Metzger was poring over the mound of flesh and pressed Italian suit that was clumped onto his surgical table.

"Pierre, vat happened to you? Zere is so much blood, unt not even I believe zat I can put you back to normal..." The Medic frowned, pulling his goggles down over his eyes and yanking a high-powered stationary Medigun and aiming it at the Pierre-shaped pile of muscle and bone. "But perhaps zis dose of high-energy flesh-reviving nanobots can!" He hauled back on the release lever and a red stream flowed forth from the end of the Medigun, making that trademark brzzzzt noise that Egon had worked so hard to put into it (he was unsatisfied with how the inital prototypes were so quiet and decided that a nice, loud, technological noise was just what the Medigun needed), and spread over the Pierre-lump. Several moments passed where Metzger was laughing loudly and the room was glowing with red light (and, in his head, this song was playing in the background), but eventually he threw the breaker and the Medigun wound down again.

A moment of silence passed as Metzger wringed his blood-stained hands in front of him. Then... A burbling mrrmrrrgh noise issued from the vague location of what at one point may have been Pierre's head, and a great smile lit Metzger's face. "Ah, Pierre, you haf come back from ze dead!" In what was quite possibly the most disturbing display of the day from Herr Doktor, Egon enveloped the pile of naked flesh in a bear hug, covering his face and most of his upper torso in blood and viscera. He moved the surgical table off to the side and swept another stationary Medigun over to a corner of the medical lab, tied back the activation lever and left it focused on Pierre as he gave him an un-necessary warning ("Try not to move off of ze surgical table vhile ze Medigun is running... You may, er... Fall apart. Again.") and then rushed off to shut his alarm clock down - it was the good Herr Doktor's breakfast time.

He took a quick moment to throw off his surgical smock, revealing an equally-stained waistcoat, shirt, tie, slacks and patent-leather shoes beneath, and headed off to the mess hall - disregarding the fact that he was still dripping with Pierre's blood and errant chunks of flesh. Upon arrival, he gave a cheery wave to the assorted members of RED team that had gathered for breakfast, and made his way to the tiny countertop, removing a bag of pancake mix and a gallon of milk, which he quickly combined into sizzling pancakes on the stovetop. Metzger pulled out his chair at the table, still unaware of the fact that he looked like he'd been rolling in gore for hours (he had) and stank of dead flesh.

"Good morning, mein herren, mein fraulein," he said, pointing to Orin and Meiya respectively, and then he noticed Servin. "Ah," he said, delighted, "herr Administrator vorks quickly, Pierre's replacement has already arrived!" He raised one bloodstained hand to the new Spy. "I am Doctor Egon Metzger, zis team's medical expert. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."