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There is nothing so shameless or infuriating as the unfounded indignation displayed by a man who is used to getting everything he wants once he is finally humbled. Mr. Barnes was a professional football player - had been making news for his success for nearly a decade. He acted like the world revolved him. Wonka had warned him, of course - told him that blueberry cheesecake wasn't ready for consumption yet, but the obnoxious man insisted, taunting Wonka through a mouthful of rich cream.

The reaction didn't take long - it never did. The rapid hair loss was certainly a new component - in seconds the man was bald and smooth from head to toe. That had set him off right there, he hardly even noticed the discoloration as he started flinging threats and accusations at their guide.

He did notice the weight, though; the feeling of a heavy stone suddenly hitting his stomach. The sharp pain as his belt started to cut into his sides. The relief as each button pinged off his shredding shirt.

"Change me back this instant, Wonka! I'll break you for this!"

Wonka merely clenched his fists - he hadn't wanted to do this tour at all, but they needed the NFL partnership publicity.

"Please, Wonka, you gotta change him back!"

"You are in my factory - I don't take orders from fat, greedy hogs or their sniveling coaches."

It was in that moment that Wonka decided he personally would take charge of Mr. Barnes' juicing.

Description
There is nothing so shameless or infuriating as the unfounded indignation displayed by a man who is used to getting everything he wants once he is finally humbled. Mr. Barnes was a professional football player - had been making news for his success for nearly a decade. He acted like the world revolved him. Wonka had warned him, of course - told him that blueberry cheesecake wasn't ready for consumption yet, but the obnoxious man insisted, taunting Wonka through a mouthful of rich cream.

The reaction didn't take long - it never did. The rapid hair loss was certainly a new component - in seconds the man was bald and smooth from head to toe. That had set him off right there, he hardly even noticed the discoloration as he started flinging threats and accusations at their guide.

He did notice the weight, though; the feeling of a heavy stone suddenly hitting his stomach. The sharp pain as his belt started to cut into his sides. The relief as each button pinged off his shredding shirt.

"Change me back this instant, Wonka! I'll break you for this!"

Wonka merely clenched his fists - he hadn't wanted to do this tour at all, but they needed the NFL partnership publicity.

"Please, Wonka, you gotta change him back!"

"You are in my factory - I don't take orders from fat, greedy hogs or their sniveling coaches."

It was in that moment that Wonka decided he personally would take charge of Mr. Barnes' juicing.