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valarltdPairing 708: Willie Wonka/Lancelot
A Chance Encounter on the Road to Avalon
The old man nibbled a bit at the chocolate bar. The intervening centuries had brought many changes in the world, but chocolate was one of his few favorites. Chocolate, reliable plumbing and climate controls.
He looked at the wrapper. No wonder it had tasted familiar. This brand of chocolate had ceased production years before, or so he had thought. There was one way to check.
He strolled along, letting his cane rap the sidewalk as warning to any who would be foolish enough to approach him. Far too many muggers thought an older man, alone at night, was easy prey. He had taught them all better. One simply did not best Arthur’s champion so easily.
The gates of the factory were still barred, chained and treble locked. But smoke belched from the stacks and the smell of chocolate was everywhere. Lancelot walked the perimeter.
“Who are you?” came the querulous voice from the other side of the wall.
“A curious truth seeker,” Lancelot replied.
“Ha-ha, that’s one I’ve not heard yet from a Slugworth spy.”
“No spy, merely one who was curious about the factory being back in production. I had not tasted Wonka chocolate for years, and was a bit surprised to find it on a shelf.”
“Yes. We’re back. Now go away.”
“As it pleases you.” Lancelot walked off into the night, finishing the candy. He had an auction to attend in the morning. His heart told him something was coming soon, the reason he had lived on so long, past his time. Fate was again in motion.
Wonka watched the old man walk away. There was something not quite right about him. Something of another era, not his father’s but one far older. He shrugged. Just another Slugworth spy. He went back in, his own cane tapping counterpoint to the fading sound of the old man’s.
A Chance Encounter on the Road to Avalon
The old man nibbled a bit at the chocolate bar. The intervening centuries had brought many changes in the world, but chocolate was one of his few favorites. Chocolate, reliable plumbing and climate controls.
He looked at the wrapper. No wonder it had tasted familiar. This brand of chocolate had ceased production years before, or so he had thought. There was one way to check.
He strolled along, letting his cane rap the sidewalk as warning to any who would be foolish enough to approach him. Far too many muggers thought an older man, alone at night, was easy prey. He had taught them all better. One simply did not best Arthur’s champion so easily.
The gates of the factory were still barred, chained and treble locked. But smoke belched from the stacks and the smell of chocolate was everywhere. Lancelot walked the perimeter.
“Who are you?” came the querulous voice from the other side of the wall.
“A curious truth seeker,” Lancelot replied.
“Ha-ha, that’s one I’ve not heard yet from a Slugworth spy.”
“No spy, merely one who was curious about the factory being back in production. I had not tasted Wonka chocolate for years, and was a bit surprised to find it on a shelf.”
“Yes. We’re back. Now go away.”
“As it pleases you.” Lancelot walked off into the night, finishing the candy. He had an auction to attend in the morning. His heart told him something was coming soon, the reason he had lived on so long, past his time. Fate was again in motion.
Wonka watched the old man walk away. There was something not quite right about him. Something of another era, not his father’s but one far older. He shrugged. Just another Slugworth spy. He went back in, his own cane tapping counterpoint to the fading sound of the old man’s.
