Oh,  forget the spoon and bib,  I was a mess anyhow,  just lick the chocolate off.  But where were my manners?  "Pardon me,"  I said politely,  "since we've been through so much together:  sailing ships and wormholes and vats of chocolate and all--perhaps I might have the pleasure of knowing your name?"  Obviously amused,  he looked down at me  out of dreamy,  well--chocolate colored--eyes,  and said...

Willy Wonka intruded,  rudely,  I thought,  on our interlude,  shouting,  "Hey!  Who's going to pay for the clean up and replacement of the contaminated chocolate,  not to mention baths and new clothes for 27 Oompa Loompas?"  I wondered,  vaguely,  what dimension we were in now,  but kept hold of  MacGyver's hand.  He was the only good thing to come out of this whole adventure!  I only hoped he wasn't from another galaxy,  or New Jersey or somewhere.   With an effort,  I turned my attention back to  Willy Wonka.  "I'm afraid,  sir,"  I said,  "we seem to be having a cash flow problem,  but we'd be happy to work off the debt,  if you'd only...

A bath brush drenched with fragrant,  sudsy body wash.  Ah,  what luxury!  MacGyver was similarly employed a few feet away,  while the helpful Oompa Loompas did our laundry.  Mr. Wonka was being very nice,  despite his snarly visage.  I wondered what job he'd have us do--taste the chocolates,  maybe,  or...

Oh,  come on,  Lilyr!  Dive in!  I'd love to see the angle to which your tangent would take us!
But back to the story:
 ...invent new recipes!  Or even...
 

A gang of ruffians,  obviously planning to rob me of my goodies!  Oh,  no!
I couldn't fail Mr. Wonka my first day on the job!  Thinking quickly,  I pulled out...