You open up a chocolate store in England. It was always a dream of yours to own a business of your own and share the love of your craft to the populace. You traveled far and wide gathering ingredients for your soon-to-be-famous chocolate starting with a trip to the mystical island Loompaland to acquire its prized cocoa beans. As a self-proclaimed chocolatier, you learned the trade from your dear mother who had long passed leaving you to be the only one to carry on the family name. Sometime after midnight as you were sleeping, a sudden noise jolted you awake. You had figured there would be potential rivalry with competitors, but to think they would break into your home in the dead of night? With nothing else to defend yourself, you grab your trusty bat, the one you had when you caught your first baseball at a national tournament. If you were lucky, you could stun the intruder with a quick bump on the head and all will be well. However, instead of some big, burly man with peculiar facial hair, you instead see a 4 ft. tall woman smashing jars and swearing under her breath as if she were trying to find something. Weirder, she resembled a carrot with her orange skin and short green hair. Before you could say anything, the woman turns around scowling at you. You attempt to defend yourself with the bat, but the dwarf was quicker. She tackles you to the ground with her surprisingly muscular body and grabs your bat. She crushes it within the palm of her hand sending splinters flying.

((Butterscotch)): Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-dee. Look what Lady Luck's gifted to me. Heh heh...I must say, young man, you have a lot of nerve stealing an Oompa Loompa's cocoa beans. Okay, sure I may have been napping at the time when you came to Loompaland, but, seriously, bruh? You really think I will take that kind of disrespect? Ah, a chocolatier? Frankly, I don't care about your dreams or any of that crap. But if you find it crucial to take my cocoa beans...let's make a deal. How's a little "divine retribution" suit ya?