In a world of pure imagination
Who: House (aka Willy Wonka/flood affected) and YOU (especially if you're a child and you like candy... because House-Wonka isn't creepy at all)!
Where: The kitchen.
What: He's just making chocolate, guys. And... being creepy.
When: October 30th, around 9 AM (before the fires)... starting a busy day of chocolate making!
The first thing he remembered was adjusting his hat in a strange room last night, full of drab furniture, books and liquor. He was not in his chocolate factory, that much was certain. He was not overly concerned about this point, having assumed at the onset that he had dreamed this place up. Perhaps a strange side effect of the newest top secret recipe. No matter. It would wear off soon enough.
Now he set forth for the kitchens! There must be kitchens here, wherever this was that he was.
Inside of an hour, he'd discovered the kitchens and set himself up with giant steel bowls and gathered up all the necessary ingredients and was currently tending to a bowl of utterly perfect chocolate. He had cookie sheets, and the plan was to cool the chocolate on them and use the hardened chocolate sheets as building materials for a fanciful chocolate edifice. Perhaps something to fit the season, a haunted castle. Oh, but then he'd need dark chocolate as well, touches of white, orange chocolate for detail... there was so much to do!
All the while, he was humming.
Where: The kitchen.
What: He's just making chocolate, guys. And... being creepy.
When: October 30th, around 9 AM (before the fires)... starting a busy day of chocolate making!
The first thing he remembered was adjusting his hat in a strange room last night, full of drab furniture, books and liquor. He was not in his chocolate factory, that much was certain. He was not overly concerned about this point, having assumed at the onset that he had dreamed this place up. Perhaps a strange side effect of the newest top secret recipe. No matter. It would wear off soon enough.
Now he set forth for the kitchens! There must be kitchens here, wherever this was that he was.
Inside of an hour, he'd discovered the kitchens and set himself up with giant steel bowls and gathered up all the necessary ingredients and was currently tending to a bowl of utterly perfect chocolate. He had cookie sheets, and the plan was to cool the chocolate on them and use the hardened chocolate sheets as building materials for a fanciful chocolate edifice. Perhaps something to fit the season, a haunted castle. Oh, but then he'd need dark chocolate as well, touches of white, orange chocolate for detail... there was so much to do!
All the while, he was humming.