You are brought face to face with an average looking man with a clipboard and a blue baseball hat. "Sorry about that." He says, 'I just didn't want to lose you."
"Uh...loose me?" You say, weirded out by his choice of words. You are about to leave when he puts his hand harder on your shoulder and says, "Have you ever considered doing any spots?"
You are even more puzzled by this turn of events in the conversation. "Uh...I played basketball and did track in high school, is that enough?" You say, inching towards the edge of the bench, ready to bolt.
"It's just that. You see, I'm a sports agent, and my best client just died. I really need a new one to fill his place, and when I saw you, well, I just had to meet you and offer you."
You never thought of yourself as overly athletic, so you are surprised that the man would even consider asking. "So...what sport are you an agent for?" You ask. "Oh, I'll tell you that when we get to my car." He says, pointing towards the parking lot. "I keep the forms in there. If you'd come with me, you could look at them and maybe consider taking me on as your agent."
You think it over for a minute. What's the harm, right? It's not like you're actually going to go through with this. You agree and the man claps his hands. "Excellent. If you'd just follow me..."
The man leads you back down the path and out of the park gates. While you're walking to his car, he excitedly tells you about all his other clients and how amazing they are, but it strikes you as odd that he never mentions their names or genders.
Eventually, you stop not in front of a car, but some kind of covered trailer with wide-open doors. Looking inside, you see a thin layer of straw covering the bottom and some kind of water trough screwed into the wall.
"So, uh...what kind of sport do you..." You're about to say, but feel something sharp poking your neck and something cold being injected into your bloodstream.
Your sway and you feel your body go limp. The agent drops the needle and hoists you up and into the trailer, throwing you on the straw. You begin to feel strange as something begins growing all over your skin and you feel a prick at the base of your spine.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention," the agent says, closing the trailer doors, "I'm an agent in..."