Chili Floss loved food. He had been three when his mother died, and he had scrounged and stolen every calorie devoured since himself, meals sourced from trash cans and broken vending machines and unguarded dog dishes.
His experiences in the factory had not changed his opinion on food. Food was pure lovesparket.
Before they ambushed Mr. Bucket at the pickle, he heard him speaking to Mahuika about the first fuel, Hogan. He ate chocolate.
The clams had told Chili about Hogan after they rescued them, but not in exhaustive detail. They failed to mention the full English or American breakfast Mr. Wonka had tossed on his face.
Chili remembered the breakfast exactly as Mr. Bucket described it. He couldn't forget food.
They did not clean it off his face before they offered him to the pickle. It would have been on him: black pudding, freedom pudding, bangers and mash, burgers and meth, beans and toast, guns and toast, insulin.
Fresh fruit. Fresh fruit that Mr. Wonka had thrown. Fresh fruit smashed into a liquid all over Hogan's face.
The pickle had refused Hogan. The pickle was refusing Mahuika. It had nothing to do with the formula and it never did. From the pickle's perspective, they were both flawed characters.
Chili had a Fudge Revelation.
"Mahuika!" he shouted. "Vape!"
Mahuika vaped, breathing a vape cloud on the street pickle. It was the first time she had vaped inside the Vinegar Solution.
"Why," said Keerthi without question marks. "Why. I thought you wanted to stop it! I thought-"
"I do!" screamed Chili. "I do! That will do it! It will! She only needed to vape!"
"The street pickle controls nearly everything! Chlorine won't hurt it!"
"No," said Chili. "Not the chlorine! It's the vaping!"
"What? The vaping? Why would vaping do anything?"
Mahuika's vape cloud sublimated the pickle. The world was saved and the GAG was finished. Chili told her.
"Road Dill hates Juice!"