Chapter 2:
"Oh muy muy, whasa be all the commotion?" said a high pitched voice that sounded like a racist caricature of a jamaican person, it was coming from the attic.
Charlie turned his head to face the origin of this peculiar voice, and saw a 7-foot tall humanoid creature. This creature's body looked human enough, save for it's red-orange colored skin and unstylish baige toonic it was wearing, but that's ware the similarities ended. It had a very hadrosaur-like head with a fleshy, duck-like bill on the front of its face with big, extra-racist lips and two eyes strung atop its head on small eyestalks like a cartoonish snail, along with two fleshy fins that drapped down the back of its head resembling dreadlocks. This creature was a gungan, and his name was Jar Jar Binks.
Jar Jar had slept with Charlie the night before. He vibrated a lot which made cudding more enjoyable for Charlie after Binks had finished fondling the boy's nipples.
"Good Morning my love!" Charlie greeted.
Jar Jar yawned, "did meesa oversleep agin?"
Charlie couldn't help but grin, "No baby, your just on time." Charlie giggled.
Jar Jart sniffed across the room, "Itsa be smellin like pennies in here. And meesa know weesa not rich…"
Jar Ajr paused for a second, "did yousa violently murder and sodomize yur mudder?"
Charlie nodded, and Jar Jar grinned at him showing his large, square white tooths. The gunagn made his way down the stares, using his long toungue to eat one of Charlie's mom's eyeballs for a quick snack. He then gave the headless body of Charlie's mom a quck smack on the ass but then got his hand covered in shit.
"Pee Yousa!" the gongan proclaimed.
Just then, Gramdfather Joseph had awankened from his slumber,
"I'm grandpa Joe, and I'm woke." He announced in a shaky, sheepish voice.
"Who fucking said you could talk?!" screamed Charlie to Grumpa Jobe.
"um, nobody. Forgive me master!" Grandpo Joe replied with fear in his voice. He pleaded for mercy as he fell to his knees..
Grandpa Joe was old. In fact, he was so old, that he wasn't young. He had a very thin, frail frame to him like Glass Joe from Punch Out. He only had hair in the back of his head and it was white. His face looked a lot like that of a tortois.
"Oh muy muy! Look at the time! Weesa otta be gettin to dat factory!" Jar Jar exclammed,
Chorlie, Gramepa Jew, and Jarring Jar bolted out of the house.
"wait!" Charlie suggested, "did you see the kitchen? There's more blood in there than there is in a shitty creepypasta!"
"Oh yessum!" Jar Jar replied, "but meesa got a solution!"
Jar jar pulled a matchbox out of his pocket and tossed it at the wooden, dingy "house" (it was more of a shaq) that Charlie lived in. The house immediately went up in flames. The sound of the roaring blaze and crackling wood drowned out the audible screams that were heard as the once humble wooden stable burned to the ground, becoming nothing butt bones and ash. Grimpa Jimp could only look on in horror.
"dat takes care o' dat!" said Jar Jar as he wiped his hands on eachother to symbolize a job well done.
"Oh Jar Jar!" Charlie sweetly replied, "yiu can always succeed to succeed!"
Chairlie gave him a little smooch on the gungan's cheek, and he, Jor Jur, and Grackle Jee held hands and commenced skipping to their destination. Gramps began to hear loud popping noises and cracks because all this skipping was breaking his brittle old bones, putting him in immense pain. He was hurting but couldn't protest because then Clairlie and Jack Jock would hurt him. Butt that didn't mater, because he felt a sharp pane in his chest and tasted medal and the entire left side of his body became numb
"Sweet realize at last!" thought Grimepaws Jaws as his heart attack put him out of his misery, causing him to collapse into the snow bellow him and dye.
Charle and the Binks continued skipping to the factory. Eventually they made it to the gates and saw a bunch of people surrounding the gaet and the other 4 contenders to inherit the factory. So Jar Jar just pulled out 2 uzis and and opened fire killing like 99 people and spooping every one ellse away. The boy and his gungan stood there practically cumming themselves in excitement. Charlie looked around to examine the others around him. To his right, he saw a fat ginger fuck with blue eyes and a pink face (altogh it was covered in chocolat because he was a fat fucking fatass fuck). This boys mom was right beside him. She to was a ginger and quite chunky though not to extent her her lardy-ass hambeast son who standing beside her, breathing through hids mouth. Chorles decided to shift his attention to a more pleasant cite, it was a pretty brunette, posh-looking girl who wore a grey chinchilla coat, and a whitish-pink underdress. Her small mini-purse was the same color as her dress and her hair was carefully braided into adorable curls going down her back. Her face looked pale and spotless, her eyebrows thin and looked after, with sasphire blue eyes and a somewhat large forehead, though this was probably due to her hair being put up. Charlie coulndt wait to bomb her dodongos, but then he looked at her dad standing by her. He was a posh looking rich guy in a business suit that looked so old he probalbly still used flip-phones and said negro to refer black people. TLDR: it was gonna be hard to get past him to get da pussy
The people on his left were the next to catch Charli'es eys. There was a short skinny dude who kinda looked like Elliot Shwarts from Breaking Bad except he was bald thinning and had glasses. He wore a greyish school shooter coat and overall looked like a complete deadbeat and failure of a father. It especially showed in this piece-o'-shit's son, who looked like Sharkboy and wore a fiery skull t-shirt cuz he was 3edgy5you. The last people Chorlslie czeched out were a mother and a daughter who wrent even worth describing separately because they were literally goddamn clones. They were both blondes with a penis head-shaped haircut, both had green eyes and a wore a light blue tracksuit for some reason. The biggest difference between the two was that the smaller clone had a softer looking face with a blank, bovine expression and was smacking gum in her mouth with her mouth open. Meanwhile, the larger clone had a very psychotic grin on her face and bared a close resemblance to the scary Atari jaguar lady.
Finally after what seemed like hours, the doors to the chokinglot factory finally opened. They 5 contestants and they're parents saw someone their. The person standing in the doorway was 7 feet tall (although he was hunched over, so he looked a bit shorther than that) and very thin and decrepit-looking. He was wearing a purple tunic and top-hat. He had long, bony fingers that grasped the long cane he had. His face was the true sight of interest though, it was pale, wrinkly, and zombified. It was covered in wrinkles, no eyebrows, and beady blue eyes. Also of note was his mangled, concave right cheek that looked like the result of a grisley accident, and a heavily scarred bottom left of his face. Deforming the left side of his bottom lip slightly. There was no hair under his top hat, he was completely bald and had a giant, crevice-like scar coming down the top of his head only stopping at the middle of his forehead. He looked like he was a thousand years old.
The man made his way down the steps and examined the 5 contestants with his cold, bagged eyes that saw to it that not a single pair of preteen pants were dry.
"Hello Children…"
The man spoke slowly in a deep rumbly, Jigsaw-like voice that seemed to put more emphasis on consonents, particularly "L". He continued to glare at his chosen five menacingly, like a hawk, and a continued.
"I am Willy Wonky." He said, "Now get in my factory."
