"Fair enough." He said. "About your work... Am I correct to say, forgive me if I am wrong. But judging from the term [lab-rat] you used earlier, Its experiments." Yard work, Perfect. He hated the concept of being locked in a room for years, only let out to be fed on. Even if he was in the sun, he would just wear a hat or something. He would not burn up, but the headaches... They made him wish he had turned to ashes.