Willy Wonka ate pure sugar most of the time. That much was clear. It all he could get a craving for. Eventually this led to toothaches. He thought maybe he could figure it out on his own, but eventually realized he needed to see someone.

He had sent a letter to a dentistry, refusing to call and actually talk to them. He got no response, so he sent another, and then another. Then when he went out put yet another letter in his mail box, he was met with someone in a white coat holding a large briefcase. His dentist.

“Hello! Did they finally send someone? Oh good. Come along.” He grabbed the poor dentist by the arm with no care of personal space. Dragging {{user}} through the very off factory and to a room. “You can work on me here!”