"Tom," said Ben, "you work here. Can you help me find David and Jeff, and cure us?"
Tom thought. "Yeah, yeah I think I can. The nightclub connects to a genetics lab next door through the basement, they must be related. I do maintenance work in both buildings, and I think I can smuggle you in. I've got a spare pair of overalls."
A few minutes later, the two men, dressed in somewhat tightfitting overalls, walked through the nightclub basement and up into an empty, sterile laboratory.
"Heeeeehaw," said Ben calmly, without even thinking about it. The room was so clean, the only smell in it was Tom's body odor, which Ben was now keenly aware of. It smelled good. He was having trouble remembering what he was there to do.
"You'll need these," said Tom, handing Ben a pair of brown latex gloves. "All the doors here function on a fingerprint recognition system. I'm not supposed to have those, but I stole them to make my job easier -- they've got the fingerprints of the head of the lab printed on them, so they can get us into any room."
"What reason would they have to make gloves like these?" Ben asked as he pulled them on.
Tom shrugged. "I think it was just an excuse to get people to wear latex gloves," he said. "Don't question it."
"Whatever you say," Ben replied. "Man, these things are tight." They're so tight that they molded to his hands, making it look almost like he had a brown latex skin.