"Now, this is hair toffee"

"You suck on of these little bogger, and in exactly half a hour, a fresh new crop of hair will start growing all over the top of your little noggin" Willy explained, holding a small candy square in his hand.

"With a mustache, and beard" he added, with a smile on his face.

"Who wants a beard?" an unimpressed Mike questioned, bored.
"Well, beatniks for one. Along with folk singers and motorbikes rider" Willy stated.

"Y'know. All those hip, jazzy, super cool, neat, kean and groovy cats" he continue to say.

"It's in the fridge, daddy-o! Are you hip to the jive? Can you dig what I'm layin down? I knew that you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother!" Willy said, holding out his hand for a high five.
But Mike doesn't return it as he just blink, Wonka's references are completely lost on him.

Ao moving on as Willy awkwardly went and brought his hand back, along with taking a step back.
"Unfortunately, the mixture isn't quite right yet" Willy stated.
"An Oompa Loompa tried it yesterday, and..." he started to explain before...

An small man comes over, with hair covering his whole body.

"How are you doing today?" Willy asked and a tiny Oompa Loompa hand sticks out from the hairy pile.

Giving the thumbs up, then the shambling mound then begins to walk away.