*Denver, Colorado* *Day*

*Bedroom*
Snap!..Snap!

A 13 year old boy currently looking right past the camera.

Leaning left and right, to get a better view of the absurdly violent videogame he's playing on his own television.
The intellectual equivalent of a grade-school bully, Mike lords his cleverness over those around him.

Always the first to point out gaps in logic, "All you had to do was to check the manufacturing date, offset by weather, and the derivative of the serial number..." he explained.

In the bedroom door, the boy's dad Mr Teavee was meanwhile talking to reporters.
He's a pale, simple sort of man, happy enough to spend Sunday in the la-z-boy watching the game.
"Most of the time I don't know what he's talking about" Mr Teavee confessed.
"You know, these kids these days with the technology..." he said before...

"Die! Die! Die!"

Sigh

"...doesn't seem like they stay kids very long" Mr Teavee finishes saying as his son went and threw the controller onto the floor.

Thud!

"In the end, I only had to buy one candy bar" Mike stated.
"And how did it taste?" one of the reporters ask the boy.

"I don't know. I hate chocolate" Mike admit with a shrug of his shoulders.

*House*
"Well..."

"...it's a good thing you'd going to a chocolate factory. You ungrateful little..." Grandpa George said before his son covered the ears of the boy.
Charlie smiled up at his father who smile back in return as Grandpa George continue to swear in complete silence.

..... ..... ......

Once the old man has finish rattling and finally stop swearing, the man removed his hands from Charlie's ears.

"That question is, who will be the winner of the last golden ticket?"