"I will piss in a cup in front of you if that's what it takes," Greg said, still not up to donating some dna. "My unease with this might hint to me not liking needles, especially when you whip one out of your desk like that. I don't know if you're qualified for this, how do I know this isn't some fucked up fetish of yours." He put it out there. That's right. He'd make a rucas about this if he needed to.
"I'm not giving you blood. Fuckin' kick me out, I dare you. There is nothing to go on that I should have my blood tested, let alone be forced into something I really don't want to do."