Change is a weird thing. Few people love it, most people hate it, some people use all their energy to ignore it. Kinda like okra.

Since 2007, there is also a group of people making a living by stopping change from happening. How do they do that? Can they stop time? No, of course not! Ok, maybe for a couple of seconds but nothing significant. They named themselves "The Constantines". They wanted to name themselves "The Constants" since a constant does not change, but they also wanted their name to be a name. Constantine was the best they could find.

A good question is: "How do these people get paid for stopping change if they cannot stop time and change?". And in the first thirteen years of the business, they didn't. They kept running by using government funding while they tried to find a way to get actually paid.

They offered daily shaving services, so that your face does not change by the hair that grows on it, but it failed after four customers decided to make a scene over a small cut on the cheek. Scars are cool anyway, so the Constantines did not understand what the fuss was all about. There was just one client that did have a reason to be at least a bit mad. What he did not have anymore, though, were both his ears.

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Next up, they tried to create a serum that would keep one from growing. They would instead eternally stay at the same age, height, weight, and sex. The Constantines spent a lot of time and even more of the government's funding in the lab while developing this serum. The Holy Moly Water, as they later called it.

After enough testing in the lab and even more testing with strangers on the street, they found out that Holy Moly Water was terrible for stopping people from growing. But it was great for getting people drunk out of their minds, which people absolutely adored. Three shots of Holy Moly Water was enough to get you hangover, laying on the couch for the rest of the week. Of course, the Constantines did not know that initially, and they ended up giving a much higher dosage to some of the testing subjects, which made them end up in the hospital less than an hour later. Science demands sacrifice.

Holy Moly water ended up becoming a corporation of its own, enjoying great success and exporting mild poison to countries all over the world.

But they still did not have a way to stop change. And the government did not have a way to stop funding them because of a recent bug on their system.

Things could not get any worse for the Constantines. Or could they? What happened next was both the worst and best thing that had ever happened to them.