Your will to be famous overshadows your dislike of the company, and as you finish your coffee, you decide to head to the Avalon Genetics building downtown in order to take part in the experiment. Who knows? Maybe you could get night vision of bat wings or something. After spending a few hours in traffic, you make it to the building and enter the lobby. "Good morning, sir! Can I help you?" The cheery receptionist asks, giving a seemingly genuine smile. You've always been abit uneased by cheery people, since most of them tend to remind you of the Joker. You respond that you are there for the ad about the test subjects in the paper. "Ah! You're the third person to come in just this morning! Dr. Rosa will be thrilled to have so many test subjects." With that, the woman picks up the phone on her desk and informs the doctor that you are wanting to participate. After the quick phonecall, she hands you a form to fill out. Just a simple form for their records. You sit in a nearby seat and fill out the form without a problem, and return the form to the receptionist.
"Never had a felony charge? You sure about that, sir?" the woman asks, sounding slightly confused. You respond, getting annoyed at what she seems to be implying, "What do you mean by that? Do I look like I should have felony charges? I look like a criminal to you, lady?". The woman's pupils dilate, and she says in a scared voice, "N-No, sir! I was...I was j-just asking!". "Well, don't. I filled that form out as truthfully as I could. I won't be called a liar or anything by some receptionist.". She tells you to go sit down, and to wait for Dr. Rosa to take you back to the lab.
About an hour passes, and Dr. Rosa finally comes out. "Ah, you must be..." He glances at his clipboard, clearly reading your name off of it. "...Mr. Walters! I must say, the fact that you have decided to participate in this experiment is great. You're going to be famous, good sir." You can barely understand him through his thick Brazilian accent, but comprehend enough to know what he's saying. You respond quizzically, "Wow, you sure have a thick accent. Where you from?". "I grew up in Araguaína, in Brazil." He answers, somewhat proudly. "Wow. Brazil. Long way from home, don't ya think?" You jokingly respond. It is obvious that Dr. Rosa doesn't find you very funny, and he glosses over your little quip. "Okay, follow be to the laboratory, please, Mr. Walters." You obey and follow him to the lab, where there are two other people standing. One of them is a 22 year old woman by the name of Marcia Herring, and the other is a slightly overweight man in his mid 30's named Bryan Atkinson.
Dr. Rosa instructs you to go over and stand next to the other two test subjects, and you do so. He begins explaining just what the experiment is about. "Now, I know you three are wondering just what the experiment is that you were needed for. Well, Avalon has developed a new piece of technology that allows for us to access more animals' genes, and swap them around. One of our biggest successes so far has been a lamb that had the gene that allows snakes' jaws to unhinge added to their DNA, and it allowed them to swallow things they couldn't before. We wanted to see if this would work with human beings, so here you are." You are uneased by the idea of a lamb that can unhinge it's jaws like a snake, and can't help but ask the only question on your mind. "Can this lamb eat...living things?" Dr. Rosa is somewhat shocked by your question, but answers none-the-less, "Yes, it can and sadly, it already has. You see, we put it in a pen with it's siblings, and when the doctors came back an hour later, they found that the lamb's siblings were gone, and it's stomach was bulging out impossibly. A quick examination discovered that it did, in fact, swallow its brothers and sisters whole. After some debate, it was decided that they should be allowed to...how you say...'pass' naturally-" You cut him off "Wait, you let them...be digested?! What the fuck, man? That is FUCKED right up.". Dr. Rosa decides to get to the point, and explains that...
