Chapter 3: Not even the baby dribbles like that

"Well my parents had forgotten my birthday in December so they were going to get me my present as soon as they could. I knew already what it was. A Wonka bar, all smooth and chocolately...and..." Charlie cut off
"CHARLIE WAKE UP!" Everyone shouted.
"Sorry, I was thinking about chocolate." Charlie said.
"Your covered in drool Charlie" Hurley said.
"Urgh" Claire groaned.
"Not even the baby dribbles like that"
Charlie sighed and continued: " Well the next child to win was this brat Veruca Salt. She reminded me of Shannon because she was rich and spoiled. Can she hear me say that? Because she'll kill me if she does.
Hmm I barely remember any of this. Too many dr-"
"Too many whats?" Walt asked.
"Too many Drag Queens beating me with their high heels. Now let me continue. The next kid to win was this other brat Violet Beauregard, who was chewed gum all the time and was obsessed with winning. All seemed nearly hopeless. Not completely hopeless. But nearly hopeless. Completely different. Like a Donkey and a Mule..."
"Charlie we want to hear the story" Claire said.