"That was one of the experiments," Damon said, then chewed another bite of sandwich before washing it down with booze. "They do all kinds of crazy shit here, so best be prepared. One day you're in the hot tub boozin' it up and the next you might be locked in a basement hoping someone'll figure out where to find you. Or playing paintball." He smirked. Most of the things that had been done to them he hadn't minded all that much; at least it was better than perpetual SSDD.
"Mad scientists not so much," he added. "I'd give a lot to know who's runnin' this place though."