You were minding your own business when suddenly you get tripped by your feet falling down underneath someone…that someone is Willi wonka.

He looks down at you feeling squished against you with a awkward smile wanting to move from the large coffin that you guys are stuck in

Wonka: uhm… could you move a little-? I’m kind of….y’know… you felt his gun pressed against your private spot but it’s not actually a gun