[NOTE: No Oompa-Loompas of any kind figure into this story, so if that's what you're looking for, feel free to exit through the marked doors on either side of the theater. Thankyoucomeagain.]
There are eight million stories in the naked city... but since I'm only dealing with clothed people for the nonce, here's my adventure.
And why was I going to Fremont, you ask? Well, aside from being a fun and funky kinda place...
Theo Chocolate factory.
They give tours. And samples. Oh heck yeah I'm there.
You open these double doors, and are struck by two things: 1) a sudden rush of warm air and 2) an overwhelming wave of raw, slightly acidic chocolate smell. Oh yeah come to mama.
After spending some time gawping at the machinery on the factory floor, we moved into the kitchen.
WHEEE! I'm THOR!