Thing is, I have a bit of a history of classic recurring dreams about my teeth falling out. If that dream was realised, I would probably, in turn, lose my mind. So it’s a kinda lose-lose situation.
Ooh. A chocolate drip. That’s probably not what you meant, but where my brain is taking me.
What about combining the two worlds? Digging oompa loomas? A sentient Chocotron™?