Anna in the Chocolate Factory
This conversation may be slightly fictionalised.
I stood in a room full of chocolate and frantically pressed buttons on my phone until someone picked up.
"Don, it's me."
"What? It's 4 in the morning, what are you doing calling? Is something wrong?"
"No, well... yes. Something's wrong. I need your help!"
"What help do you need? Did something bad happen with Amy? Was there an accident? Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine, but I need help. Don, I'm in the middle of a chocolate factory."
"Don, are you there?"
"You called me at four in the morning to tell me you're in the middle of a chocolate factory?"
"No, I called you at four in the afternoon. It's not my fault you live in Canada. Now, you have to help me, this is a chocolate situation that I just don't know how to deal with."
"You called me at four in the morning to tell me you're in a chocolate situation."
"Yes! Yes, it's four in the morning in Canadia, I acknowledge this, but c'mon, I'm in a chocolate factory and it's full of chocolate! And there's chocolate everywhere, and there's samples of chocolate and chocolate being made right over there by incredibly gorgeous and sexy people and there's all this chocolate and I'm going to go insane with love for chocolate and look, see, people are making chocolate right over there and I don't know what to do!"
"Anna. It's four in the morning. I don't care what you do. Buy yourself some chocolate. Let me get off the phone and go back to sleep."
"Really? I can buy chocolate?"
"You can buy all the chocolate you want. I'm going to bed now."
"I'm hanging up now. I'll talk to you later. Enjoy the chocolate and the eye candy."
And then he hung up on me!
And this is why I came home from the chocolate factory without any chocolate. It's all Don's fault.