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.
