Well for starters they took a urine sample, but didn't do any tests on it... just took one. Then they gave me a tattoo on my neck that resembles a barcode and is used to gain access to the basement. Next I had to do Turbo Jam and Sweatin' To the Oldies with Richard Simmons to prove I was physically fit enough.
Oh and when I was traveling to and from the basement, they put this rag over my face and then I woke up either on a random park bench or at my computer station (which by the way carnage and I have been forced to share one chair).
Well you will be happy to know you are both under trotters waste pipe, he is removing that pipe next week to add to the fun. I have got a rubber dinghy but it only fit's one
Oh and you still need to get your tracking implant.