Guys, I need help I am literally shaking right now.
Never in all my life have I wanted anyone to turn me into a cyborg ninja more than Doktor Wilhelm Voigt. Every night I fantasize about him reaching towards my head with a scalpel to extract my brain and put it in a casing where I can observe as he constructs me a full cyborg body. His elegant hands crafting with great precision from my tactical high-heels all the way up to construct the most incredible thighs of CNT muscle fiber; watching as he cups my new ass into place, and delicately weaves together my new cyborg abs. He'd caress my left hand as he inputs the data into it, and finally, he'd place the casing into my glorious new face and attach my nerve endings to my new body.
I would rise up to see his face as he shouts "Wunderbar!" and I'd pay him for his services, but it'd be me who was receiving payment as he gladly responded, like buttery chocolate to my ears, "Ich liebe Kapitalismus!"