The thing with the Oompa-Loompas is that without Wonka, they're mostly helpless. They can follow directions, e.g. directions to the Juicing Room, but from then on, something ordinary will always take them more time than if Wonka was there. Of course, it might just be blueberry juice messing with me (again) and altering my perception of time, but do I really look like I care? I'm a giant blueberry, for one.

Anyway, thus the boat reached a door labeled "Juicing Room" and once again there was trouble getting me through the circular door without dropping me in the chocolate river's extended underground part... as if I didn't notice.

Then again, it's pretty difficult to notice stuff when you're a giant blueberry, so I'll let this slip past.

So anyway, they kept rolling me through the room which I could barely notice, but then somithing else hit mi: my vision itself was now soaked by blueberry juice and i couldn't see color properly anymore. I could see that the place where I was was definitely brighter than the Inventing Room or the chocolate river, but since it was brighter, I could tell that it was purple better, and it was pretty much confirmed that I could only see one color. Well, that's a handicap if being unable to properly move isn't one.

Were we there? I definitely couldn't tell. I couldn't even tell where we were. All I could judge the scene by was the sounds. The sloshing of the blueberry juice - that would be me, harsh heel steps - my mother, small steps - the Oompa-Loompas (at least they weren't stepping on me) and the ambient machinery - Wonka's factory, but when you think about it, all of Wonka's factory - or, well, at least all of this area - has the same feel.

I suddenly felt another circular door pressing on me. Each circular door had the same size, and so I could tell that since the initial shock, I hadn't grown. It was nice to know that I wouldn't actually explode.

Finally, I felt something quite different touch me. It was the grated floor, and therefore I definitely knew that this must be the Juicing Room. Before I could do anything else, though, many metal plates got hold of my blueberry body and began pushing on it at the same time.

I felt like I was choking. Juice was flowing out of my every cavity. Some of it, after being expelled at enormous speeds, got on me again, and I felt quite wet. Being wet ordinarily wouldn't be that bad, since I could just shrug it off (literally), but now I was still immobile, even though the machinery had stopped for now and dropped me a bit.

Then it picked up pace again. There wasn't even anything like a song for this to go to. It was just the ambient sounds.

The juicing machine dropped me again. Did it actually drop me from a bigger height, or was it because I was actually physically smaller? Now, though, the pressure from within me had been released, and I could move my arms around a little bit...

...that is, until it picked me up again.

When it let go of me again, I felt like I was hurt and bouncing. Now, though, I could turn my head around and slowly observe the room. All I caught a glimpse of before I was on again, though, was more of these Oompa-Loompas.

After another squeeze, the bouncing effect had gone away, and I was just dropped without any ceremony. Now I could look around 360 degrees and see my concerned mother, but still couldn't quite stand up due to all the weight on my legs.

Another squeeze. This time, I actually tried to free myself from the evil machine, since it had made me quite uncomfortable, but it was simply too heavy, like a building. When it dropped me, I tried to land on my feet, but the sloshing had got me down once again.

One final squeeze later, I finally felt like I was a human again and could stand up. I glanced at below me, where juice was flowing to other parts of the factory, since that's what Wonka needed. An Augustus-flavored chocolate-coated Gloop, served with Violet Beauregarde blueberry juice.

"Thanks, mother!" I said. THE BLUEBERRY JUICE IS MESSING WITH ME. I knew that the blueberry juice hadn't gone away entirely - my hands still had a blue hue, and my vision was still wrong - and that Wonka wanted to change me for good, and this was his way of doing it.

My mother, though, just gave a mean look and we began walking towards the exit. Though, this walking ended up in quite an adventure: after I almost tripped when stepping on the red (red?) carpet, I got hold of the ground with my hands.

Then my feet.

Then my hands again.

I was doing some saiyan tricks without quite realizing it. Now that I actually knew it, I turned to the side, seeing if I could climb walls this way, and I certainly could.

I got back on my feet, and my mother was finally looking somewhat satisfied with what I discovered.

But there was no more time to waste in Wonka's factory. My mother picked up my winter coat and we walked through the burned puppet show and one of the doors, apparently already opened by someone else.