You, Jon Stilsky are a bit low on cash. The ad in the paper promised money in exchange for being a lab rat in a psychological trial. You figured it'd be bullshit and you'd get some easy money. You arrived at the place, which was a doctor's office attached to a warehouse. You walked in and went to the desk.
"Uh, I'm here for the trial?" you asked.
"Go straight in." the receptionist said.
"Thank you." you said walking into the hallway and walked to the only other door in it, which was an exam room. You sat on the table and a man in a labcoat entered.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Shweiber, and we just have to do a routine medical exam to make sure you're fit." he said.
"Okay." you said.
You endured the regular check-up and then the doctor pulled out two needles.
"What are those?" you asked.
"One is to take blood, and the other is the drug that we're testing."
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