The Dragon of Death [Co-op]

7
2020

New co-op quest is here!

The new co-op require Players to accumulate score to unlock rewards! The good news is that even if you’re “leeching” other Player’s Bells, you will also gain points!

Period: 16/2 – 26/2

Event Missions

Score Reward
20,000 Gems x 100
50,000
Relic of All Knowledge x 1
100,000
4* Higher Guard Orb x 10
200,000 Draw Ticket x 2
300,000 Gems x 100
400,000 Gil x 10,000
500,000
4* Higher Power Orb x 10
600,000 Gems x 100
700,000
Relic of All Knowledge x 2
800,000 Gil x 10,000
1,000,000 Draw Ticket x 2

 

Battles Experience Gil Difficulty SP
3 297 348 lv 50
Mission 2000P Rewards
Don’t Die Gem x 50
Clear within 80 Actions Gem x 50
Take 9000 or Less HP Damage Gem x 50
Monsters Sand Worm, Flame Flan, Goblin Mage, Skull Dragon
Clear Quest Gil x 6000
Complete Quest Draw Ticket x 1

 

Battle 1 

Enemies Sand Worm x 1
Attack Pattern Effect
Gravity Spin
Charges BRV to 50% of target’s HP and deals HP Attack
Bullet Tornado ST BRV Attack
Saliva
ST SPD Down, can use even not during its turn

 

Sand Worm will almost always begin the Battle first with Gravity Spin which charges its HP attack to 50% of its target HP. Make sure you keep its BRV low throughout the rest of the battle to prevent more Gravity Spin

Battle 2 

Enemies Flame Flan x 2, Goblin Mage x 1

 

Battle 3

Enemies Skull Dragon
Attack Pattern Effect
Normal Attack ST Attack
Ancient Power
ATK/DEF/M.BRV/Elude/SPD Up
Use when HP below 50%
Crushing Fang
3 Hit BRV ATK ~ 8-9k

 

  • Chain your Summons to prevent Skull Dragon from casting Ancient Power at below 50% HP
  • Crushing Fang can be used together with Ancient Power. However, since the BRV damage is so high, its impossible to avoid getting Break.
  • As per other Co-op bosses, just chain your Summons and this should be an easy fight.

7 COMMENTS

  1. “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

    “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

    “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

    “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

    “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

    But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

    “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

    Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

    Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

    By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

    Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

    He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

    “Another one has died.”

    “So, what should I do, sir?”

    “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

    “And then, boss?”

    “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!!111!!11!1!1!!!!!!!”

    • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

      “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

      “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

      “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

      “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

      But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

      “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

      Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

      Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

      By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

      Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

      He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

      “Another one has died.”

      “So, what should I do, sir?”

      “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

      “And then, boss?”

      “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!!1111!!1!”

      • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

        “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

        “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

        “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

        “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

        But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

        “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

        Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

        Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

        By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

        Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

        He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

        “Another one has died.”

        “So, what should I do, sir?”

        “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

        “And then, boss?”

        “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time111!!11!!1!!!”

        • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

          “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

          “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

          “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

          “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

          But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

          “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

          Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

          Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

          By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

          Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

          He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

          “Another one has died.”

          “So, what should I do, sir?”

          “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

          “And then, boss111!1!?”

          “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!!”

          • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

            “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

            “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

            “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

            “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

            But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

            “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

            Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

            Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

            By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

            Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

            He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

            “Another one has died.”

            “So, what should I do, sir?”

            “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

            “And then, boss?”

            “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!!1111!!11!”

    • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

      “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

      “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

      “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

      “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

      But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

      “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

      Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

      Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

      By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

      Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

      He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

      “Another one has died.”

      “So, what should I do, sir?”

      “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

      “And then, boss?”

      “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!111111111111!”

      • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

        “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

        “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

        “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

        “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

        But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

        “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

        Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

        Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

        By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

        Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

        He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

        “Another one has died.”

        “So, what should I do, sir?”

        “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

        “And then, boss?”

        “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!!111!”

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