No, No, No!

With hindsight, his problem had always been obvious.

After starting small, the number of pills he took snowballed.

To onlookers, he appeared to do nothing except guzzle down tablets, with increasing speed.

Now though, he had accepted his addiction, and was taking the first step towards recovery.

Pac-Man entered rehab.

Bitter aftertaste

What began as a simple piece of marketing was having disastrous repercussions.

Accidents had undeniably happened, and the Salt case set a dangerous precedent; compensation costs had been astronomical.

What’s more, Willy had received letters from the legal representatives of Gloop, Teavee, and Beauregarde.

“Damn those golden tickets!” he uttered.

Resolutions

He wanted to aim high.

However, his potty mouth and sweet tooth made his resolutions (giving up sweets, and swearing respectively) seem unachievable.

Three weeks in, though, he’d made no slip ups.

Innocently, he accepted a toffee offered to him at the cinema.

Then, the realisation hit him.

“Oh bollocks!”