He stared at the office sign blankly. Lifespark Laboratories, it read. Between the lines, to him, it also read, "You're an idiot."
He asked himself the question of why he was even here — even though it was rhetorical. He'd lost a bet with a bunch of his friends, and now he was too much of a goody-two-shoes to walk out of the dare. It wasn't even that bad, nor was it going to be painful, but... he was supposed to do what over there?
He sighed. The faster he got in there, the quicker that bet would be done and over with. He felt so embarrassed to even be seen near this place, but it was too late for that. He couldn't just walk in and out and claim to have gone through with the dare, too: his pals had specifically requested that he get proof of his "donation." Another sigh.
He walked in. He walked in fast. He just had to do everything as fast as possible. And then it would all be over. "Um," he said hesitantly as he approached the reception counter. "Hi, I'm..." he added, nervously, and his face was full of embarrassment. "I'm here for, uh... A... donation?" he finished, and he wanted to slap himself silly. Even if it made sense to these people, it still sounded gross to say it out loud.