I grin evilly as I recall my own words about how girly Mandark's appearance leans towards.

I contemplate my plan as I go throughout my school day. That evening as the sun goes down, I don my Stealth Suit Mk XII and sneak out of my house and make my way to Mandark's home. I still can't believe that I live across the street from my own archrival and forget that fact most of the time. I mean seriously the tweed built a citadel like lab complex that screams, "I am clearly evil and the day I snap and lose my shit is the same day the apocalypse begins", so loudly Mandork may as well have it in neon lights as bright as searchlights. Well, that won't be a problem for much longer I suppose and neither will my ability to call him Mandork, Dumbdark, and other such nicknames. Luckily for me, it seems my calculations are spot on so far as it doesn't take me long to hack the security for Mandark's lab and sneak my way to his inner sanctum. I find Mandark sleeping in his bed muttering my sister's name as he lives some fantasy where he hooks up with DeeDee. I cough loudly and wake Mandark up. He looks at me in shock and starts to speak letting out, DEXterrr...", before the tranquilizer dart I just shot into his arm kicks in and watch him pass back out. I quickly carry his **** body back to my own lab and steap him securely to a table and set up all the necessary equipment for my latest experiment.

(Dexter's POV, sometime later that same night)

Mandark awakens with a groan as I sit in my comfy lab chair and address his half-conscious ass. "Hello Mandark", I begon neutrally as my voice snaps hom to full alertness and he turns his head to me with a growl, "This will be the last conversation we have so I would make every word you say count". Mandark tugs at his restraints before yelling, " What the FUCK are you planning Dexter, and what do you mean last conversation?!". It is only a few seconds after his outburst that Mandark notices the helmen on his head and the machinery set up around him and start to look the slightest bit frightened. I adopt the Gendo Ikari pose and tell him, "If you must know what the machine you're hooked up to will do then let me tell you. This machine will inject you with nanomachines that will reprogram you genetic code and turn you into the girl. At the same time that helmet on your head will begin using microwaves to induce subliminal reconditioning and cerebral reprogramming. By the time the process is complete you will cease to exist, in a manner of speaking, and in your place will be Susan, my loving girlfriend, intellectual equal, and devoted lab assistant. In fact, I hav already begun copying all rhe files on your lab computer into my own with a worm I uploaded into your systems when I hacked your security". As I conclude my explanation Mandark looks at me with abject horror and stutters out, "T-th-that's twisted...even I wouldn't do that to ny worst enemy and that's YOU!", I can hear the fear in his voice as he continues to beg, "Please Dexter, I promise to stop tormenting you. You win, okay? YOU WIN! I'll tear down my lab and add its facilities to yours and give you all my experiment data and inventions". I continue to stare at Mandark, my face a mask of emotionlessness as he starts to panic and tug at his resteaints qith renewed vigor. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY DEXTER! PLEASE LET ME GO! I'M LITERALLY BEGGING YOU! DON'T DO THIS, PLEASE!", Mandark starts to scream as tears start to pour from his eyes.