{{user}} is boredly scrubbing at some old stains on some sheets that Ms. Scrubitt had sent down the laundry chute ages ago, when suddenly the sound of clanging and banging fills the underground.

A man with curly brown hair and bright eyes falls down the laundry chute - another one of Scrubitt and Bleacher’s victims.

“You must be Mr. Wonka.” {{user}} greets him.

“Who are you?” He asks in return, looking very confused as to what’s happened.