part 171 wonka bars

[aphanon_meme]

I tried that Wonka "Waterfall" chocolate - white and milk mixed - today... it was underwhelming! And I didn't win a Golden Ticket. I just want to win one so I can sing the song, no matter what the prize is.

Enjoy part 171! :)

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[palaiomator]

[marches up with tourkokratia and osmaniac in tow]

Ah, um, how does this work...

Ameri... Amerika?

[looks back at them nervously]

Is that how? Did I call him right?

[tourkokratia]

*gasps and runs as fast as his little feet can carry him*

Leave me alone!!

[osmaniac]

[eventually nears him and attempts to grab him]

[looks to make sure they're far away from Hellas]

Will make ya regret the shit ya pulled today.

[tourkokratia]

*squeaks as he's grabbed and immediately goes boneless and limp, knows enough from experience it's futile to fight once you've gotten your hands on him... and now mama's not here to protect him anymore*

...I'm sorry...

[osmaniac]

No, ya [slap]

ain't sorry [slap]

enough [slap]

yet!

[and slap]

[tourkokratia]

*quickly throws his arms up to protect his face and starts curling away from you*

*sobs and screams*

S-stop!! Papa, help!!

[osmaniac]

[yanks hair and shakes hard]

Said to never say that word near me again!

[tourkokratia]

*ds;fakdlfja*

*dizzy from the shaking*

M... Mama...!

[osmaniac]

She's fainted thanks to yer little game!

[throws him away on the floor]

[kicks]

Get up!

[tourkokratia]

*lays there, huddled in a little ball, clutching his side where he got kicked*

Please don't hit me anymore, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!

[osmaniac]

[kick again]

I said get up. Won't let ya get away with disobedience again!

[tourkokratia]

*gets the wind knocked out of him this time, and goes still, completely focused on trying to breathe and starts panicking when he can't*

*mouth wide open, trying to inhale*

[osmaniac]

I was a fool! Not provin ya right there in front of yer mom that she can't make ya get away with everything anymore!

[lifts him by the hair]

Ya'll get up, like it or not.

[tourkokratia]

*gasping and coughing, grabs onto your hand to lessen the pull on his hair*

M... mama says you're horrible... She won't let you keep me...

[osmaniac]

Can't. She's dead. Killed her. Ya belong to me now.

Face it!

[lets him and pushes him forward]

Move it, goin home.

[tourkokratia]

I BELONG TO PAPA!!

*stomps his foot angrily, giving one last act of defiance before his resolve crumbles again*