"But first, there's something I want to show to you," Wonka beamed with braggadochio, "This way please," his velvet jacket reaching across to open a sliding door. Almost immediately, Charlie could see a monsterous sight through it.
A small Oompa Lumpa was bound a gnarled post in an enclosed courtyard, his kelly green hair matted with sweat and blood, the tangerine flesh of his shoulders in tatters. A taskmaster holding a large bullwhip in a closed fist barked orders at him.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!?" the taskmaster snarled. "KUNTA KINTE!" the Oompa Lumpa screamed back defiantly, his very identity being taken out of him. He lurching forward as the whip drove home, lacerated him again with a horrendous snap.
"--You weren't really supposed to see that," Wonka said nervously. He blew a few notes on a shrill whistle and some other Oompa Loompas came in, dragging out the emaciated and bloodblotted Oompa Loompa in an organized and well-choreographed mopping up routine. They sang an Oompa Loompa song in a heavy voice:
♪ OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DOO
I'VE GOT ANOTHER PUZZLE FOR YOU
OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADAH DEE
IF YOU ARE WISE YOU'LL LISTEN TO ME
WHAT DO YOU GET IF THE WORK IS NOT DONE?
THIRTY LASHES IN THE HEAT OF THE SUN
FREEDOM AND COMFORT ARE ONLY A LIE
WORK AND WORK HARDER
THERE'S NO ROOM TO DIS-OBEY.
OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DAH
IF YOU'RE NOT GREEDY YOU WILL GO FAR
YOU WILL LIVE IN HAPPINESS TOO
OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DO ♪
An Oompa Loompa bowed to them fawningly and slid shut the door.
Charlie felt deeply uncertain now about taking over the chocolate factory from Willy Wonka, and told Mister Wonka that he would think about it. But Grampa Joe said they needed the money, so Charlie signed the forms anyways.