"Charlie, I want you to take all of your horrid clothes off besides your underwear." Wonka ordered.
The boy immediately began to remove his knitted pattern sweater, his polo shirt, his t shirt, and he finally pulled off his brown trousers and worn shoes. The boy blankly stood bare in front of Wonka, waiting for orders.
"Good boy, now I want you to put on these new clothes that a boy living in the 21st century should wear." Wonka said, "Then, burn your old clothes."
Willy handed him a long sleeve blue shirt that buttoned up near the top and some sweatpants with white stripes going down the side. He was also given sneakers. Charlie put them on and threw his old clothes into the nearby fire.
"Good boy, very good boy." Wonka chimed.
Charlie felt a surge of pleasure every time Wonka called him a "good boy." Wonka took him out of the room and they walked onto the flying glass elevator. It bought them up through the factory to the living quarters. Charlie and Wonka walked through a hallway and Wonka unveiled Charlie's bedroom. Charlie smiled and gasped in surprise when he saw it. The boy ran in and looked around in amazement.
"Thank you, Master!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Your welcome, Charlie." Wonka responded.
Charlie flopped down on the bed and let out a happy sigh. He couldn't be more content as he felt the soft fabric of the blanket.
"I'm sure your hungry Charlie, how about we get some food?" Wonka asked.
"Sure, Master!" Charlie replied.
He jumped down from the bed and ran to follow Wonka. They arrived at a long table with a feast waiting for them. There was a big, juicy turkey, some biscuits, ham, rice, macaroni, and a variety of drinks. Then, there was blueberry pie with whipped cream and a tray of chocolate cookies. Charlie and Wonka smiled as they both took their seats. They each filled their plates with the large amounts of food on the table.
"This is delicious, Master!" Charlie said with a mouth full of food.
"Some of the world's finest ingredients, my boy." Wonka replied.
After they were done both had to sit down for a while to let the large amounts of food they had eaten digest.
"Master, thank you for everything." Charlie said.
"Well, your welcome Charlie, I just did what I thought needed to be done." Wonka replied, "I think you should get some rest, we have a lot to do."
"But it is only so early, Master. Can I stay up a little longer?" Charlie pleaded.
"No, it is time for bed." Wonka replied swiftly.
"Please!" Charlie whined.
"Go blank." Wonka said.
And Charlie's mind did just that. His face lost all expression, his eyes dialated and glazed over as he blankly stared forward.
"Now, go to bed." Wonka said calmly.
Charlie mindlessly stood up from his chair, knocking it over accidentally with the back of his knees. He didn't even react to it as he walked out of the room, down the hallway, into his room. He blankly changed into pajamas that were waiting for him and he layed down on his bed, in thrall. Wonka walked up to the resting Charlie and stroked his chestnut-colored hair.
"Good boy." Wonka whispered.