Jack waited at the front entrance of the laboratory, the words "Butterfly Corporation" plastered on a sign above the doorway. Another sign was there, hanging just below the other, with the words "Help wanted" written with big red letters. Jack sighed, as he tapped his foot in wait. This was going to take a while.
And what the hell kinda name is "Butterfly Corporation" anyway? None that I've heard of, at least....
Thoughts like these kept repeatedly coming into Jack's head, with the same results coming to answer them. He's been doing this for about two hours now, and no lab assistant had come up to the front door and said "Please come in, sir! We're ready for you to come help us test!"
Jack blinked, then looked to the door, to see that that had already happened, and the lab assistant was waiting patiently, with a small smile on her face. "This way, sir!" She said, as she walked inside.
Jack quickly began following, their footsteps making little to no sound on the rug beneath their feet. The flooring quickly to a white tiled floor, their feet changing the color of the white underneath them to a light blue.
"Fancy floor you got there. Made it yourself?" Jack asked, looking to the assistant for an answer, who remained quiet for an extended period of time. "Ooookay then..." He said, as he reached into his jacket for a bag of chips he had on him. Doritos, to be exact.
He opened the bag, and threw a chip into his mouth, which crunched satisfyingly in his mouth.
