Shadow considered his options. He didn't want to get fat. Or drool excessively. But there was no way out. So gas it was.
"Gas," he called out and Robotnik laughed.
"Very well, Shadow." A robot came out. Shadow had never seen one like it before-it had syringes for fingers. One was full of clear liquid. He was jabbed in the shoulder with the syringe and the strange robot left.
Shadow felt a growling in his stomach. He looked down and felt all sorts of gases boiling up in there. And, from his rear, a loud fart burst. He smiled it had felt funny.
''How do you feel, Shadow?" Robotnik asked. "Gassy enough?"
Shadow gave a loud burp in reply.
"Now, drool or fat? What will it be?"
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