The shift from elation to despondency made Rodney dizzy.
“But...but...” he said, looking around at the chocolate river, chocolate trees, chocolate buildings—the merrily frolicking chocolate children. He sniffed. “I suppose this is when the Oompa Loompas come make fun of me. In song.”
“There’s chocolate in my room,” John said. “It’s not citrus-tainted.”
“While an improvement over Planet Irony, Colonel, that’s not quite the same as—as—” A chocolate swingset! Rodney thought.
“You can share it,” John continued.
“And what’s so special about your stash, hmm?”
John bent to Rodney’s ear. “It’s chocolate body paint,” he said.
Planet Irony
“But...but...” he said, looking around at the chocolate river, chocolate trees, chocolate buildings—the merrily frolicking chocolate children. He sniffed. “I suppose this is when the Oompa Loompas come make fun of me. In song.”
“There’s chocolate in my room,” John said. “It’s not citrus-tainted.”
“While an improvement over Planet Irony, Colonel, that’s not quite the same as—as—” A chocolate swingset! Rodney thought.
“You can share it,” John continued.
“And what’s so special about your stash, hmm?”
John bent to Rodney’s ear. “It’s chocolate body paint,” he said.