Wonka will be here in five.
On the phone with the mayor of Tashkent
Wonka will be here in four. Three. Two.
The proposal needs to be ready
The spreadsheets. Laurie has them.
The plan. The proposal. The numbers.
It’s brilliant
It’ll never work
Corn don’t boil that way.
Sap don’t strain.
Cream don’t clump.
No one will buy it.
Tastes like violets.
Tastes like road.
Total clusterfuck.
Total.
R&D needs more time.
More budget.
More staff.
More balls.
Focus group hated it.
Focus group barfed.
Focus group died. (Difficult, the cover-up.)
Frosting don’t stick.
Filling leaks out.
Glues your teeth together.
Holes in your tongue
Causes tumors in rats.
Seizures in hogs.
Depression in Nepalese banded yaks.
Fades wallpaper.
Pits concrete.
Melts in your hand.
Then it cancerates yer appendix.
Slugworth came out with his own version.
Total blockbuster.
Sugworth’s beating us.
Slugworth sales thru the roof
Slugworth got the jump on us.
Damn Slugworth.
Owns half of Congress.
Regulations are killing us.
Better figure something out
Wonka won’t like it
Wonka will roll heads
Wonka will have our peckers
He’s coming.
Get the spreadsheets
Get the charts
Get the tiki idol
Burn the incense
Spread the soft cloths
Perfume the air like the court of Samarkand
He comes.
