Bucket- Vaping Room

The interior of the room had nothing visible inside of it, and there were walls and a floor and a ceiling, but everything was made from clouds. The floor was solid and had no problem supporting a Taranturoo and five other people, one with a stomach full of pebbles and dirt and WonkaFondant eyes.

"I vape," said Mahuika.

"Where's the furniture?" asked Keerthi.

"It's here," said Mr. Bucket. "It's vaping. Give it a second."

The floors began to cough, and the clouds began to take shape, coming into form as machinery. There were giant beakers and bottles and beakerbottles and bottlebeakers, and towers of smoke machines, and e-juicebottlers, and electromagnetic cloud cannons, and semiautomatic vapewaxers, and shelves that went on forever, filled from bottom to top with vape pens and cartridges of every flavor imaginable.

"Now," said Mr. Bucket. "There is not much to explain here! Go, children! Go and vape to your heart's content."

"I strongly advise that none of you do that," said Lim. "Unless you dislike your central nervous system."

"What?" asked Keerthi.

"Because," said Lim. "WonkaTobacco causes brain tumors and neurological cell death."

"That was never proven in a court of law," said Mr. Bucket.

"It explicitly was," said Lim. "You had to pay over six hundred billion dollars to a special counsel the UN created to combat the health problems that resulted. Then you countersued the agency that tried to conduct studies on whether WonkaJuice did the same and won. Those studies don't exist because of that, but something - and I won't say what - tells me I might be able to draw a conclusion about whether WonkaJuice vapes are bad for you."

- Chapter 13: The Cake Room