@hogglc asked: “ it tends to happen around here, too, someplace.”
𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑭𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑴 𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 #2 || 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮!
ON THIS OCCASION, HE REALLY DID WONDER IF CONFUSION HAD REALLY, TRULY MADE HIS MASTERPIECE. He had all but assumed that he had been greeted by an Oompa-Loompa - but no! This individual was nothing of the sort. He did not possess orange skin, nor did he sport such delicate features. Instead, a man of a very different nature was regarding him, his white hair, wrinkled face and piercing eyes doing well to both fascinate and unnerve the blonde.
THE MAN WAS TRYING TO COMMUNICATE WITH HIM - ALTHOUGH, ABOUT WHAT, WONKA COULDN’T DETERMINE. It was not merely a case of a different language at play - he spoke English as well as he did, although his throat sounded like it was in dire need of a cough drop or two - but rather, he didn’t have the foggiest clue of just what the - what on Earth was he? A dwarf? A goblin? Or perhaps he truly was an Oompa-Loompa, one that he’d just not seen before? - poor fellow was trying to tell him.
HE COULD NOT HELP BUT SMILE, HOWEVER, CLEARLY AMUSED BY THE PERFORMANCE HE WAS WITNESSING.
“You speak an infinite deal of nothing, my good sir - although, that might just be due to the fact that I’m a trifle deaf in this ear.” He remarked, his tone kind in spite of the rather derogative choice of words, “Why don’t you start from the beginning? Only, speak a little louder this time.”