[ EU ] You 've won the sixth Golden Ticket and a tour of the chocolate factory . Write a scene about how your tragic flaw leads you get picked off by the Oompa Loompas .

( Author's note: I am choosing to disregard the `` child'' requirement, as the original text implies that a ticket in the hands of an adult would still be honored. ) 
 
 `` What in the world...'' Shadow Mongoose muttered as he began to stray from the group. 
 
 `` Mr. Mongoose, I implore you not to go over there. That is *not* a part of the tour,'' pleaded Wonka. `` After all, these are children!'' 
 
 Shadow looked back at the wide-eyed faces of the remaining children. The gears of his mental machinery whirred and hummed, causing his eyes to narrow to slits and his brow to form deep creases. 
 
 `` You sick bastard,'' he finally shouted at the confectioner, sending the parents rushing to cover their childrens' ears. `` You are setting us up!'' 
 
 `` Please, calm yourself. I assure you that I am doing nothing of the...'' 
 
 The dark-haired man strode back towards Wonka, silencing his protest with more vulgar language. 
 
 ``... and the little ethiopian kid? How could *anyone* expect him to resist a snack food that satiates your hunger for an entire **week**?! No! No reasonable human with any amount of empathy could put that in front of him and tell him'no, you can not have that'.'' 
 
 The parents, hearing their suspicions being spoken by the lips of another adult, began casting spurious glances at the shrinking Wonka. 
 
 Shadow Mongoose paused and took a deep breath, steeling himself. `` That leads us to me. That's my door. You made it for me. You knew I'd see it, and that I would walk through it. It's a trap made just for me.'' 
 
 Willy Wonka hung his head to his chest, looking as guilty as a cat with canary feathers in his mouth. 
 
 `` F*** you, Wonka. F*** you hard with one of your oversized candy canes,'' Shadow said with a single tear rolling down his cheek. He sighed and turned on his heel to face the group. 
 
 `` You're next, by the way,'' he said pointing at Raul Dowell in his YOLO t-shirt, ears deafened to the world by his blaring earbuds. 
 
 `` And you,'' he continued, shifting his gaze to red-headed Penny Pound. `` Congratulations kid.'' 
 
 With that he raised his head, high and proud, and walked towards the door. He touched his palm against its face, caressing his doom like a reluctant lover. 
 
 `` You know,'' he chuckled, `` it might even be worth it.'' 
 
 His chuckle became a giggle fit, and his giggles became laughter, the laughter of madness that rivaled Willy Wonka's own insane brand of glee. He pushed through the door, leaving it to swing free behind him. 
 
 Penny Pound studied the door intently, trying to understand how it could have created such chaos. However, it looked like every other door they had passed so far. The only difference was the sign adorning it... 
 
 No Minors Beyond This Point 
 Adult Product Testing: 
 Edible Garments and Lubricants 
 
 Regaining his composure, Wonka snapped his fingers to regain the attention of the group. `` Well, ummm, that was unfortunate. I suppose Mr. Mongoose is no longer interested in the lifetime supply of chocolate, but you two are, are n't you?'' 
 
 Thoughts of standing atop a mountain of chocolate filled little Penny's head, clearing away more disturbing ponderings. 
 
 `` Oh yes, Mr. Wonka,'' she nodded earnestly, `` I do so look forward to having chocolate every day, and sharing with all of the friends I'll have then!'' 
 
 Raul, of course, said nothing since he had not heard the question. The candy man shifted his warm smile from Penny and it became a poorly muted scowl as it came to rest on the Dowell boy. With the tip of his cane pulling on the wire, Wonka removed one of the speakers from Raul's ear. 
 
 `` Pay attention now,'' he forced a tight-lipped grin, `` I think you'll find this next room especially...'def'.'' 
 
 Raul rolled his eyes at the the man's airquoted slang and reinserted the earbud. 
 
 With a michievous snort, Wonka stood up tall. `` Moving on,'' he shouted authoritatively. 
 
 As they all followed into the next room of the factory, nobody noticed the troop of Oompa Loompas bursting into song behind them. 
 
 `` Oompa Loompa bobbledy bang, 
 You must take care where you stick your wang...''
