Willy Wonka smiled as Harold Hezbollah came from behind the curtain.
“You! You started all this!” shouted Charlie.
“Calm down, Charlie,” said Wonka. “He’s working for me.”
“Yes,” said Hezbollah. “If we kill a few innocent people, the war goes on forever, and we get more and more money.”
Wonka held Charlie by the shoulders. “Young man,” he said, “this fantastical arms factory will be yours as long as you promise to blame everyone else but yourself, and you keep trying to invent more ways to kill innocent people.”
Charlie thought about it for a moment. He did love killing innocent people. Frankly, when he blew up that hospital in Gaza it made him happy for as much as a whole minute, a whole minute of pleasure lighting up the dark cavern of his hateful heart.
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“Yes!” Wonka screamed, as Charlie plunged the dagger into the defenceless Oompa Loompah’s chest [text omitted]
Willy Wonka smiled as Harold Hezbollah came from behind the curtain.
“You! You started all this!” shouted Charlie.
“Calm down, Charlie,” said Wonka. “He’s working for me.”
“Yes,” said Hezbollah. “If we kill a few innocent people, the war goes on forever, and we get more and more money.”
Wonka held Charlie by the shoulders. “Young man,” he said, “this fantastical arms factory will be yours as long as you promise to blame everyone else but yourself, and you keep trying to invent more ways to kill innocent people.”
Charlie thought about it for a moment. He did love killing innocent people. Frankly, when he blew up that hospital in Gaza it made him happy for as much as a whole minute, a whole minute of pleasure lighting up the dark cavern of his hateful heart.
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“Yes!” Wonka screamed, as Charlie plunged the dagger into the defenceless Oompa Loompah’s chest [text omitted]
THE END