Female Inflation

There was a new fruit stand at the local farmer's market, and Kelly and her friends from work were all eager to try its new wares. All except for Alex, who was a bit hesitant considering that he was not a fan of GMOs.

"Oh please," Kelly chided, hurrying them along. "Almost all fruits have GMOs if you think about it."

"Yeah," Jason agreed, slapping Alex on the back.

"I mean, I'm not the only one who is hesitant. Look! No one else has even gone near their stand."

It was true. The new fruit stand was vacant, save for the vendor.

In the dimly lit corner of a cluttered apartment, a man sat hunched over a table, surrounded by an array of beakers, flasks, and vials. His name was Dr. Piotr Kowalski, but the underworld knew him as Dr. Zła Nauka, the mad genius behind some of the most notorious and profitable illicit chemical creations. His eyes, a piercing blue, darted between his notes and the bubbling concoction in front of him. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his brow, not from the heat of his makeshift lab but from the intense focus and excitement of his latest endeavor.