Bucket- VIP Intelligence

"If you understand them, what are they talking about now?" asked Keerthi.

"Most of them think Mr. Bucket invented Lim's suit to kill them," said Tide. "Moreover they are arguing about whether it is a spider-kangaroo or a cricket-kangaroo."

"How could they possibly think cricket?" asked Lim.

"Now they are saying they would rather die in a futile quest for freedom than die as vomit slaves," said Tide. "They can also hear me speaking to you."

"You are silly," said Mr. Bucket. "The VIPs love me and would never want to leave. They are not slaves! Our relationship is different than that. I see them as living sapient creatures that I own and who work for me and who are not allowed to leave or stop working for me, not slaves."

Keerthi leaned over to Mr. Bucket and whispered something in his ear.

"Oh," he said. "Are you sure?"

Keerthi nodded.

"Hmm," said Mr. Bucket. "Well! It does not matter. Children, I will not allow the VIPs to harm you as they are sure to do in order to take revenge on me, even if the Wonka Security System does not work in this special room, since it does not have normal walls and floors and ceilings. It is dirty of them to try that! Especially since it wouldn't bother me at all."

The VIPs shrieked all at once.

"I don't think they understand exactly what you said but they picked up on the tone," said Tide. "They said they know that we are innocent children and they only want you."
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"Okay! Baby! I changed my mind! Shoot! Sizzlefire! Cannonload! Inboomerate! Hurry!"

Lim dropped his sticks and aimed his arms at the VIPs. They shrieked and began to fire ninety-eight blasts of projectile vomit at Lim, which covered the Taranturoo from head to toe in vomit. The machine quickly stopped moving, glued in place.

The VIPs shrieked.

"Lim," said Tide. "They want to know if you're okay. They didn't want to hurt you."

"Okay is a relative term," said Lim. "Even with the self-cleaner, it's going to take the machine a long time to get all this off. It's strong."

The VIPs shrieked in relief and then again in anger.

- Chapter 11: The VIP Room