I'm very pleased to hear you say that, because I'm giving it to you

I can't go on forever, and I don't really want to try. 

So who can I trust to run the factory when I leave and take care of the Oompa Loompas for me? 

Not a grown up. 

A grown up would want to do everything his own way, not mine. So that's why I decided a long time ago that I had to find a child.

RIP Mr. Wilder.

You will forever the magical part of my childhood.


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