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I could understand the idea of being typecast.

I mean, I'm at least a decent actor.

The thought, that doing one particular children's movie, could potentially blacklist you from other major roles is ridiculous.

My name is Gene and I've had my day.

And, though I tried to warn him against it, my letter didn't make it to him in time.

The movie was a great success, as most before, but the repetition of Dip created an unseen time loop in his being.

The rain dripped from his worn top hat.

The brim of the hat kept the rain from falling directly onto his face.

However, the hole in the top of the hat did nothing of the sort.

Trash. Nothing edible.

His stomach moaned to be full.

Only ten blocks away, high society feasts on lobster and caviar.

Once a part of it, now the dregs.

Johnny finds Gene and is shown the results of life after Wonka.

And it's Mr. Desiderio to you, sir.

Do not chase me!