Zoom in. Real time, accelerated, slowed

He looked around at the same scenery that he had been looking at for the last hour

Real Time

"Where are they, I've been waiting forever." said Tub to himself, then, in and attempt to release all his anger he screamed "Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

He walked back and forth at a brisk pace, trying to keep himself warm, and after doing this for a few minutes and noticing that it was unsuccessful, he began doing jumping jacks. The jumping jack idea would have been very effective, but there was one problem. Tub could only do ten jumping jacks before keeling over exhausted, , wee-zing. He had gotten very out of shape because his exercise and eating habits. To make himself feel better he told himself, "that extra blubber is helping keep me warm."

But that definitely wasn't the case.

Accelerated

All that was going through his head as he paced back and forth was warmth, and maybe food. Every part of his body was cold, from his toes, to his head, even his brain was cold. He was shaking and shivering, and nothing he did could help him escape the cold. He was very upset that they were this late. Could they have forgotten about him? He was worried for a few moments, but then realized that they were probably just screwing around somewhere, or just running really behind schedule. His stomach growled. He was starved. He didn't know if he could deal with it much longer. All he could think about is the king size Hershey's Chocolate bar that he left at home on his counter. He had planned on bringing it as a snack, but forgot to, because he was in a hurry. He didn't want to make them wait for him.

Slowed

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, coming out of nowhere, in a never ending stream. The flakes landed on his back, settled there for a second, then melted away into water, seeping through the cloth of his fleece. His whole body damp and nearly frozen. As he did jumping jacks his gut bounced up and down, up and down, along with his rolls, and double chin, and man "breasts." The world nearly shook beneath him. Each time his feet landed on the ground, the ice crunched and the stop sign next to him vibrated a little bit. He self consciously imagined the neighbors in their houses, diving underneath their dinner table, panicked, thinking the tectonic plates had collided and an earthquake was happening. After ten he collapsed to the ground, completely overworked and exhausted. He took a huge breath as air filled his lungs. As he lay there, heart pounding, melted snow began to seep through all his layers, soaking his clothes, and him. He stood up, embarrassed and disappointed in himself. He looked down at the snow angel he had made and noticed that snow angels aren't so great to look at when they're fat. So he started attempting jumping jacks again. It was time for things to change.