Moderate

“Oh, shit it’s Early” scream Verity as she ran for the bus, her hands searching her inside pocket for her bus pass as she just reached the vehicle before the doors shut.

Usually the tall brunette would just wait for the next one, but tonight was different. She had finally got a date with her crush Elijah and yet she was already out of work late and in a rush to get home and ready.

High in the sky, spying down upon the world with an eye for justice, Ms. Bouncer floated along underneath inflated breasts. Listening to the sounds of wind and creaking skin, she sighed and turned her sight to her own cleavage. “Quiet day today,” she mused to herself. “Nothing’s happened since that bank robbery this morning. I should probably get down soon.” Looking back down at the city below, Amelia’s gaze drifted over to the suburbs where something caught her attention. A sign was visible on the roof of a small house, facing straight up to the sky.

After only fifteen minutes and thirty-four seconds, Tiffany and her mother, Jessie, managed to disqualify themselves from the Wonka factory tour. Admittedly, it was an impressive feat to lose that quickly, and would be a daunting new record to beat. Wonka only grumbled and checked his pocket watch. At this point, the only thing that really surprised him anymore was his ever-growing losing streak wagering with those little orange bastards, whose predictions were always terrifyingly precise. Still, it broke the monotony.

Thickening Agent

Cloying beads of sweat gripped Emily's brow, gluing her coppery hair to her goggles as she painstakingly measured and gingerly mixed chemicals in the clear vials she held. If too much air got into the mixture, it would froth for days, and the reactions would take that much more time to finish reacting and degrade. This was supposed to be Temporary, after all.