I wish I could move into his chocolate factory. He wouldn't have to worry about me ever eating it. Those I watched the movie with mostly claimed to want to eat the chocolate the entire time. The only time I thought about that was when they were touching the grass. Regardless, yes to Mr Wonka in a sealed factory and no to chocolate. Those dancing Umpa Lumpas would eventually get to me and I'd have to join in after I killed a few. I refuse to wear one of those plastic outfits though. I can't imagine they're comfortable at all. Also, I'd have to borrow his red velvety jacket and help him rig up more dolls that burst into flames. I got tremendous joy out of seeing them burn.