[ACTION/TEXT] this is stupid

[pedaltothemetal]

[So, like. There's this vending machine outside the cafeteria.

And Captain Falcon is standing at this vending machine. And he looks extremely upset by this vending machine. Occasionally he kicks it. Or moves around it and shoves it. But mostly he is inspecting this vending machine, contemplating his next move

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[badasscopters]

Problem, Captain?

[Woah hi Goose when did you get right behind him. All he wanted to do was get a Milky Way, and instead, he's treated to an... amusing spectacle.]

[pedaltothemetal]

Absolutely everything is under control.

[badasscopters]

Really.

After watchin' for a bit, it doesn't seem all that under control to me.

[pedaltothemetal]

[He steps back.]

Please. Show me how you would free a stuck candy bar.

[badasscopters]

Piece of cake. Watch me.

[He cracks his knuckles and hunches over the hole of the vending machine. He tries to reach a long, lanky arm in there, and even then, he was having a little trouble reaching it.] Hn, c'mon...

[He peeked up inside.] How far up is this thing?

[pedaltothemetal]

It's just within reach.

[badasscopters]

Really? I kinda... can't... [OH. Oh wait. He is beginning to feel a little bit of the wrapping at the tips of his fingers.] Shit, there it is. Just barely, huh? Hn.

[He grimaced and tried his damndest to grab it with his fingers. He got a soft grip on it, the best he could muster, and he tried to pull. He... kind of couldn't. Oh. Now he sees what Falcon's talking about.]

Who the hell makes these things? [Tug tug, tug tug, all to no avail.] It's jammed up there real good.

[pedaltothemetal]

[Falcon watches nonchalantly. You see? YOU SEE?]

Yeah, I've been trying to get up there and bodychecking the machine for like.

An hour.

[badasscopters]

... An hour.

For a chocolate bar.

[Someone should slap that shit-eating grin off of his face.]

[pedaltothemetal]

I really want a Snickers, okay?

[badasscopters]

I could just.

Run out and get you one.

10 minutes ain't as bad as waiting an hour.

[pedaltothemetal]

I paid for this. I'm not letting the vending machine eat my change.

[badasscopters]

Maybe it just wanted a snack as much as you did.

[pedaltothemetal]

Well.

That's not allowed.

[badasscopters]

Aw, careful. You might hurt its feelings.

[He gestures to the machine. Clearly it's frowning. Or not.]

[pedaltothemetal]

You cannot hurt the feelings of a vending machine.