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This building is a whooping 45 story skyscraper, the second tallest building in Delmor, (of course the 1st is Listerine Labs which is 101 stories high!!!). Snottsborn Industries was built in 1901 and was only 4 floors. Its goal was to produce new cleaning materials such as toilets, mops, brooms, air fresheners, etc. As the need for these materials increased, Snottsborn Industries became the leading producer of cleaning materials in the world. Basically, it started getting bank! The money flowed in and Snottsborn Industries became bigger and bigger. Mr. Eugene Snottsborn is now the current owner of Snottsborn Industries. SI was founded by Eugene's grandfather. Mr. Eugene Snottsborn lives on the 45th floor of Snottsborn Industries in a suite, which also acts as his office.

JONATHAN JOHNSON

Jon put his hand in between the sliding elevator doors in order to let one of his friends into the elevator.

“Thank you so much bro! Busy day… busy day…” Drew Dubberberry exhaled deeply after he said this.

Drew Dubberberry was probably the only thing close to a friend that Jon had here at Snottsborn Industries. Drew was a little bit taller than Jon and wore his sandy hair long enough to almost cover his brilliant green eyes. He was well built and looked a bit intimidating, but there was something about the way he carried himself that made it look like he would sooner give you a big hug than pick a fight with you. Drew was one of the head janitors at Snottsborn Industries.

“Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah! Yeah!” Jon agreed with Drew.
“You look tense Johnny-Boy. What’s the problem?” Drew asked with actual concern in his voice.

“No-no-no-no-no-no-noth-noth-nothing ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-new… new… j-j-j-j-just was c-c-c-c-c-c-ca-ca-ca-called into work s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sssssss-suddenly!” Jon tried to keep cool, but he was stressed and his stuttering was now fully present.

“Suddenly? Mr. Snottsborn had been stressing about some project all day. I would have thought you’d be here all day getting ready. It must be a pretty intense project. What is it Johnny-Boy?”

Jon was always willing to talk with Drew about the going on’s at Snottsborn Industries, but with this new project him and Snottsborn were working on, Jon had been sworn to secrecy under the penalty of losing his job. He looked at Drew and shook his head slowly. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I a-a-a-a-am s-s-s-s-s-s-s-soooo sorry D-D-D-D-D-Dr-Dr-Drew. But Mr. S-S-S-S-S-Snottsborn s-s-s-s-s-swo-swo-swo-swore me t-t-t-t-to s-s-s-s-s-secrecy.”

Drew held up his hand to Jon as if he did not need another explanation. “I here ya buddy. No worries.” The elevator dinged and opened on the 25th floor. “This is my floor though. One of the stinking toilets clogged up again. We don’t get paid enough for this crap… literally! Hopefully Dusty’s talk with Snottsborn worked out.”

Drew exited the elevator and waved at Jon. “Have a good rest of the day Johnny-Boy!”

Jon stuttered a quick “thank you, you too,” but did not finish before the doors closed and carried Jon further upwards to Snottsborn’s office.

JONATHAN JOHNSON

Before Jonathan Johnson fully even entered the room, a voice from a large oaken desk in the center of the gorgeous flat where Snottsborn ate, slept, and worked 24 hours a day. Actually, Jon had never seen Snottsborn leave this place. "Well Mr. Johnson... finally decided to join us again I see..."

Jon scurried to Snottsborn, who was in an enormous, comfortable looking chair on an elegant set of wheels, facing away from his desk and facing the beautifully large window view of Delmor. "I-I-I-I-I am-am-am-am so... s-s-s-s-s-so sorry Mr. S-S-S-S-S-S-S-Sn-Sn-Sn-Snottsborn! It... it... it... it is just that I-I-I-I-I..."

"No excuses!" Mr. Snottsborn cut Jon off and dramatically swung around to face Jon. "I am so sick of excuses. I just had that ignorant man, Dustin Bunnell talk to me about giving him and his crew a raise when they do nothing but pick up my garbage... can you believe that? Disgusting! Now I give you one day off and you make it a full week vacation!"

Jon wanted to say something to stick up for Dusty, but he knew that would be a bad move, so Jon stuck to saving his own hide first. "Mr. S-S-S-S-S-Snottsborn... with... with... with... with a-a-a-a-a-all d-d-d-d-due respect.... I-I-I-I-I was o-o-o-o-on-on-on-only g-g-g-g-go-gone f-f-f-f-f-for one d-d-d-d-day..."

"That is besides the point!" Mr. Snottsborn was fuming now. "Johnson you should know better than to leave on a day before a meeting takes place! You should be ashamed!"

"B-b-b-b-b-but... but... but... SIR! You... you... you... n-n-n-n-n-neverrrrr t-t-t-t-told m-m-m-m-me that... that there was going to b-b-b-b-be a me-me-me-meeting t-t-t-today. This is the first t-t-t-t-time I-I-I-I am h-h-h-h-hearing about it... it... it."

"Mr. Johnson!" Snottsborn fired back once more. "Enough excuses or you are fired understand?"

At that point a knock was heard at the door and the door flew open with a bang. Miss Catmint walked in and stood at the doorway. "What do you want?" Mr. Snottsborn barked.

"Someone is here to see you... sir..." Miss Catmint told Snottsborn in the most condescending tone. "With great news too!"

"I cannot be bothered right now Catmint! I am in the middle of a meeting with a traitor to this company! Can you believe that Mr. Johnson left for a day to galavant around town?"

Miss Catmint shook her head and said, "No sir! Oh my! I have never heard of such a horrible deed done by any man! To have a break is just... unspeakable."

Jonathan could hear the sarcasm in Miss Catmint's tone like a police siren wailing down a street. It must not have been that obvious to Snottsborn though for he said, "Exactly! You know what I am talking about Miss Catmint. Now... just let whoever it is out there in after Mr. Johnson and I are done!"

Miss Catmint nodded quickly and then gave a little wink to Jon. Jon could feel his face getting bright red as Miss Catmint exited the room and left Jon and Snottsborn alone again. Mr. Snottsborn cleared his throat and then addressed Jon once more. "I hope to the high heavens that the formula and serum are ready like you promised."

"M-M-M-Mister S-S-S-S-S-Sssssssnottsborn! I-I-I-I-I told you s-s-s-sir... I-I-I-I-I-I didn't think w-w-w-w-w-we'd-d-d-d b-b-b-b-be unveiling th-th-th-th-the project so soon! S-S-S-S-So it is n-n-n-n-not r-r-r-ready... sir...."

"JOHNSON!" Snottsborn screamed at the top of his lungs. "Ready or not my investors will be here in one fricken hour... therefore... YOU WILL HAVE THE SERUM READY BY THEN AND IF ANYTHING GOES WRONG... ANYTHING AT ALL... YOU. ARE. FIRED! FIRED! FIRED!" With that Snottsborn pointed at the door, signaling Jonathan Johnson to leave.

JONATHAN JOHNSON

When Jon got to his floor, the 22nd, he briskly walked to his workstation, almost bumping into three other scientists. No doubt they were also preparing for the investors to come. Jon entered into his office and threw off all of the clutter on his desk. He would need a clean workspace for the next hour. No… less than an hour. He had already wasted 15 minutes of precious time He took out the complex note cards and papers he had taken from home and laid them out neatly on his desk and then he headed out of his office and towards the laboratory where he and Snottsborn kept the secret serum.

Once Jonathan Johnson got to the door, he quickly punched in a set of complicated numbers on a keypad attached to the door and once he successfully punched in the password he was greeted by a robotic voice that said, “Enter.” The doors slid open and revealed a room full of tiny vials containing a liquid blue substance. Jon ran over to the nearest shelf and pulled out a random vial. He then left the room and made sure it was locked and secure before he went back to his office. This was the secret serum they would be using today!

Once he was back in his office he looked at his notes and got to work trying to perfect the serum. He now only had 30 minutes to do this. In short, Jonathan Johnson knew he was dead meat.

JONATHAN JOHNSON

Jonathan Johnson was always threatened by Mr. Snottsborn, but never given Jon what was close to a death threat. The scary part was that there was something in Snottsborn’s eye that made the threat more real than ever before; something desperate. When Jonathan Johnson finally got down to the lab, he peeked into the expansive room and saw five men and two women sitting in chairs. All of them were chatting intensively. These were no doubt the inventors. Jon felt beads of sweat starting to fall down his forehead. He was going to crash and burn… hard. He didn’t want to just march right in there. He knew that he would make a fool of himself in some way, shape, or form. So Jon stood there with all of the materials in his hands and waited for Mr. Snottsborn to get there.

In just two minutes, Jon caught sight of Mr. Snottsborn and he looked furious. “Why the hell aren’t you in there setting up Johnson?” Snottsborn snapped furiously.

“I-I-I-I-I wa-wa-wa-was wa-wa-wa-wa-waiting f-f-f-f-for y-y-y-you… you sir!” Jon said, slightly bowing, and as he bowed a couple of note cards and papers falling to the ground.

“Be careful!” Snottsborn exclaimed, snatching the vial of blue serum away from Jon. “You’re holding the serum you idiot! Now get in there!”

Jon did what he was told and scurried into the lab with everything except the vial of serum, which Snottsborn had snatched away. He rushed in so fast that he slipped and fell the moment he entered into the lab, causing the investors to jump from surprise. Snottsborn entered right after Jon had fallen and gave Jon the most horrible look, but then Snottsborn laughed and said, “Forgive my assistant. He gets rather clumsy when in a room with powerful people such as yourselves.”

The investors all chuckled, but Jon didn’t like the way Snottsborn had just used the word assistant. After all, Jon did have a lot of power in this company too. He was practically one of the chairs of his department… practically. As Jon set up the lab space he realized maybe he was just a measly assistant.

JONATHAN JOHNSON

Sure... Jonathan Johnson hadn't really been apart of much of the trial, but the serum had worked out flawlessly. He was amazed that the slightest change in the formula had fixed the problem. Jon had thought for sure today was going to be his last day at Snottsborn Industries. Everything was starting to look up now. Jon took in a deep breath as he inserted the vial of the serum back into its rightful place. He hoped for once that Snottsborn would thank Jon for the trouble he had went through all day. Was it stupid to wish that? Jon went to the sink nearby the selves and started washing his hands when he heard the door to the serum room slam open. Jon jumped up in fright and wheel around, the faucet still going and his hands spraying the intruder. The intruder was none other than Mr. Snottsborn and he looked beyond furious. Snottsborn went over to the selves full of serum and started angrily grouping them in his hands one by one.

"I can't even believe the nerve of them!" Snottsborn started. "You know what they said to me Johnson? You want to know what they said?"

Jon started to ask, “Wh-Wh-What…”

“I will let you know what they said Mr. Johnson! The scumbags told me that they already had a meeting with Larry Listerine last week and he showed them the same exact serum! WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN! They told me that this had been Listerine’s idea since he opened up his industry and I told them that I had this idea before Listerine Labs was even built and they could ask you about it as well but they refused to listen. The investors pulled the plug on the serum! ALL MY MONEY AND TIME WASTED!”

This came as a shock to Jon. Why wouldn’t the investors have said something to Snottsborn before the trial had finished? Maybe it was so that Snottsborn’s ego wouldn’t have been tarnished but now Snottsborn Industries was going to hit an all time low! Jon and Snottsborn really had spent so much time and money on this project. Jon’s entire world seemed to be falling apart. As for Mr. Snottsborn, he was just standing in the middle of the room, shaking. Snottsborn then looked up at Jon and screamed. “IT WAS YOU! How could you do this to the company!?!?! Listerine had to have gotten the idea from someone and the only two people who knew about this was me and you! YOU HAVE BETRAYED MY COMPANY!”

Jon looked at Snottsborn with surprise and fear. No he did not! Nothing Snottsborn was saying was true. Jon had never ever betrayed Snottsborn Industries. This was all Jon had. Everything else in his life had taken the back seat. Jon needed to stick up for himself for once. “Mr. S-S-S-S-Snottsborn I-I-I-I h-h-h-ha-ha-had n-n-n-n-nothing t-t-t-t-to d-d-d-do with any o-o-o-o-of th-th-th-this! You… you… you… you know I-I-I-I have b-b-b-been w-w-w-with this company th-th-th-through thick a-a-a-a-and thin….”

Snottsborn cut Jon off as he always did, but this time, Snottsborn rammed Jon against the wall and got up close to his face. "Do not belittle my intelligence Johnson. You brought my company to its knees and I hope you are happy. Johnson... you... are... FIRED!"

Jon was in shock. This couldn't be happening. He hadn't done anything wrong. As Snottsborn let go and started waking away, the reality hit Jon like a ton of bricks; Snottsborn was serious about firing Jon. Jon was finished. He rose his hand to Snottsborn and screamed as best he could in a pleading way. "P-P-P-Please Mr. S-S-S-S-Snottsborn... I-I-I-I d-d-d-didn't d-d-d-d-do anything wr-wr-wr-wrong! I ha-ha-ha-have worked so hard on t-t-t-t-this! P-P-P-Please!" Now tears were forming in Jon's eyes. He was desparate. Snottsborn Industries was the only place Jon felt right of being apart of.

Snottsborn looked like he was examining Jon for a minute and then he shook his head. "YOU WORKED HARD ON NOTHING! YOU AND I ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT ARE ABLE TO GET INTO THIS ROOM! YOU FAILED ME!" As Snottsborn yelled this, he slammed into the shelf full of the serum and the entire shelf came tumbling down. Serum smashed everything. All of Jon's time had been waste. "There..." Snottsborn continued. "You're last job for me is to clean this all up. If you do not do this... don't expect your check this week."

Snottsborn left the room, with serum and wood all over it, with Jon sobbing in the middle of it.

DUSTIN BUNNELL

Dustin Bunnell waited patiently in the basement level of Snottsborn Industries. This was where all of the janitorial staff hung out in their downtime. He had successfully snuck into Snottsborn Industries using his newly aquired powers. Even with only a few hours with them, Dustin was becoming quite accustomed to them. He had turned into a dust cloud and slid through the doors of Snottsborn Industries and slunk down into the basement. He was now hiding in a corner. If any of his fellow janitors looked at Dustin now, he would appear as a small pile of dust. So far Dustin had overheard the other janitors saying that Drew was discussing hiring some scientist named Jonathan Johnson back; something along the lines of this Johnson being accused of being a spy. Dustin could barely contain himself. He was so happy at the thought that someone had ruined apart of Snottsborn’s life even if it was a small piece of it.

There was also talk of Drew becoming the head janitor for Snottsborn Industries now. This was something new to Dustin. Would Dubberberry take the job? Maybe it would be a little bit harder to convince Drew of this assassination plot than previously thought. But if Drew had trusted Dustin for so long, there would be no reason for Drew to deny Dustin… at least Dustin hoped… for Drew’s sake.