Joker went on with the rest of his business for the day, quickly forgetting about the vial entirely. He finished up for the day, allowing EDI to control the ship so he could get in some shut-eye. On his way to his quarters, he passed Shepard, who offered the pilot a quick smile.
"Joker, turning in for the night?"
"Yeah, if I'm not awake enough, I just might crash us into some planet. Of course, it's highly unlikely. Y'know, Jeff Moreau, hotshot pilot..."
"Right, right, right. What'd you do with that sample, by the way?"
"Sample...? Uuuh..." Joker scratched at his beard as he struggled to remember, "Oh... Actually, think I drank it. Got thirsty, didn't want to bother with the enormous hassle of walking away from the cockpit. Already takes me ages to get to my quarters with these legs."
Shepard seemed to smirk as Joker explained what he did, slowly nodding his head.
"Well, Joker, I'll see you in the morning. Hope you get a good sleep, big fella..." he said, walking off to do his own business.
Joker shrugged it off, and quickly headed off to bed.
The next morning, however, he was greeted by an unusual surprise. He woke up, and sat up in his bed to hear a loud sloshing sound from his gut, which then seemed to trigger a small belch from the pilot.
"Huh...?" Joker blinked, and then looked down at his stomach to see it had grown to...
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