Hey, thought I'd branch out from chamed and write something as equally messed up. The idea came while on the easter break so enjoy and let me know if I should continue
I'm sick of chocolate, I'm sick of being 'happy', I'm sick of the Oompa Loompa's and their fucking singing!
More importantly, I'm sick to death of CHILDREN!
That's what the beauty of this plan is, I've been hiding in the factory for all these years and everyone wants to know 'What happened to Willy Wonka?'
Now they'll know.
I've released five golden tickets, five chances to enter the factory; each child gets to bring an adult.
Let's just say things are going to get very interesting…