"Boom, boom, boom, there's a factory explosion every day," the barbecue shop boss grumbled, changing the channel, "The entire city wakes up to hallucinations, and those city government lords act like nothing's wrong. Hallucinations, hallucinations, who knows if it'll kill people."
"Hey, what are you afraid of? Everything we're eating now is filled with additives and drugs," a diner nearby took a big bite of the barbecue, "If we're poisoned, we're poisoned, what's the big deal?"
"Actually, this was dealt with pretty quickly. They solved it overnight; maybe it's because the mayor's son was in the factory, that's why it was so efficient," another diner laughed, "The hallucinogenic agent dispersed in a day, and now we're not hallucinating."
"I heard it was a kid who risked his life to go into the factory and shut off the valve, preventing the hallucinogens from leaking further," someone suddenly chimed in.
"Really? What kid? So badass?" another diner took a sip of wine.
