Describe your journey of getting a bag of chips from the vending machine.

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Anonymous All I wanted was a bag of chips. I walked over to the incredible blue vending machine with its various buttons, each containing a different number and letter. Above the button was the individual price of each and every type of chip! I was amazed! I found my favorite lays potato chips and pressed the magical button. I inserted my money by placing 2 crumpled dollars in the slot. I received an amazing 50 cents back, and my chips fell through the complexes of the vending machine into an area on the bottom with a black flap in front of it. I opened the flap and grabbed my chips, my mission was completed!
Lucy dont use vending machines guys its canola virus time
livy smith ;) So I walked over very slowly to the vending machine thinking I had enough money to get a bag of chips. But by the time I got to the vending machine and counted my money I only had 85 cents. 85 CENTS!!! So then I looked all around and I looked above the vending machine, under the vending machine, and where the change comes out. Then I looked under the other two vending machines and NOTHING. So then I walked outside the cafeteria and I asked my friend andrea to give me all of her money bc i'm poor and she said no. So then I kick-boxed her right where she wouldn't want to be and took 15 cents from her. Then i walked back and got my bag of chips.
katie ok I stand up and I walk and I keeep walking and then I arrive and forget what I wanted to buy so then I stand there and I wait for a circuit to start in my brain and the I take some money and I flatten it out and then I look at the place where the dollar will go so then I put it in and I say wow look at all of those options so then I get some ruffles cause there is nothing better and I put the numbers in and then the swirly thing spins and then the chips get stuck and then I get angry and I start screaming and getting really angry at the machine and I’m cursing at it and the security guards come and I start punching them and they grab me and I’m wresting them saying how bad the machine is and then they are more angry and they get me in the car and I punch them and then they put handcuffs on me the then they start driving and then I fall asleep
dristi I raised my arm by moving my shoulder to press the letter and then the number of the bag of chips. I then lowered my hand moved my pointer finger and thumb grabbed the zipper of my bag pulled to the right to open it let go of the zipper then lowered my hand into my bag moved my fingers to grab coins took my pointer finger and thumb again and held the coin raised my hand to life the coin out bent my arm down to the coin slit, pushed the coin in moved my head to look at the metal claw, it moved to the right went down wrapped its claws on the bag of chips raised the bag up then went down and dropped the bag. I bent my knees to crouch and raised my arm to the slit poked my hand through the opening felt the bag pulled it out got up and walked away.
archie I used my long bottom limbs to control my motion in the direction of the large container in the posterior of the room that contains energy packaged in small plastic bags. When my body reached the container, I allowed it to swallow two of the least valuable green paper slips I owned and used the second digit of right upper limb to select my choice of flavoring for my energy. Soon enough, the chosen bag of energy fell to the floor of the container. I again used my upper right limb to push the black plastic barrier and retrieve my energy.
Joanna C Makuchi I insert thin, rectangular currency into a large mechanical machine in exchange for an edible, crispy, object that I will insert into my oral cavity.
Sparkling water I was sitting on the circular chair in my cafeteria, listening to all my fellow classmates consume their energy. Unfortunately, I left my own energy source on the kitchen counter in the place I call home. As I listened to all humans chewing their food, as if they were rubbing it in my face that I was the only one who lacked a form of energy, my stomach told me I had to obtain some energy. At this point, any form of glucose would be a solution to my dilemma. I hunt through my bag that contained many forms of school supplies that included notebooks, folders, pencils, and more. I needed to find a certain type of paper. A paper green in color that featured the face of the first leader of this beautiful country we call America. As I was digging through my bag, my hand felt something. It was a piece of paper. I took it out and as it made its journey out of my bag, I saw that it was exactly what I needed. My legs controlled my body before my brain, and ran me to the rectangular box very large in size that contained many forms of energy. I was craving a crispy, crunchy snack made from starchy oval vegetables. I generously placed my slip of green paper into the rectangular box large in size and became overwhelmed by all the numbers and letters presented on it. I eyeballed my selected energy source and carefully pressed what needed to be pressed. My crispy, crunchy, fried circular starchy snack gracefully fell from its shelf in the rectangular box large in size and made its way to the bottom of the box. My hand reached into the box, and my fingers wrapped around my energy. My arm carefully reeled in the bag containing my energy source, as any form of destruction can result in my energy being broken. However, I was successful in retrieving my energy, and I unclosed the bag to obtain all of it.r
Anindita It would be mostly in a waiting room where I am waiting with a few other people for an indefinite amount of time - like when I am waiting for my car to be serviced. First, I check how many people are around me with eyes pinned on me - I do not want to start an uproar of laughter when they see me struggle through the process. Next, I check for signs that would tell me in obvious language if the machine is ‘out of order’. Then, very obvious thing, I check my wallet. If I do not have exact change, I would back out. Then, carefully, I would pick the code of the item which I think is for the bag of chips that I would like to get. More often than not, I seem to be looking at a wrong row. Anyway, it does not matter so long the people around me can’t read my mind:) I would keep turning my note this way and that till I think it is exactly the way they show it in the picture near the money slot. Then I would put in the product code and would slip in the money in the right slot. And then begins the wait..... For most of the times my journey would abruptly end here. After waiting for a few more seconds I would retreat with a look on my face that says, ‘Well, I went to donate my money to the vending machine, and look, here I come, all beaming with success’! On very very rare occasions I would be greeted with a rumbling sound from the machine that would tell me that something is coming my way. I would desperately put in my hand through the big mouth of the machine and would be more than happy if I can fish out something from there. If I do get the bag of chips that I wanted (or something that I did not want, but who cares - I got the vending machine to work. Isn’t that great by itself??), I would definitely let the lady sitting beside me know about my success so that she can give it a try and provide me with some entertainment as I keep on waiting for my car to be done.
Carlos Dabon I get up, I have my sandals on. I have my magazine of Vogue Top 10 sexiest people with my face on the front page. I walk to the vending machine, I see a bag of Doritos, I go get it. This blonde girl gets offended I got Doritos over Cheetos, she says I am racist. Another girl, named something with a Z or something, starts talking and saying that I should be vegan. I tell her to F off, and I eat my bag of chips.
Ben Dover So my journey began with myself feeling a slight grumble in my internal organ in which the major part of the digestion of food occurs, and I received the notion that I had become deprived of food. I arose from my human buttocks holder and began to go through the long journey to the large rectangular container holding energy in the form of glucose. When I arrived there, I realized the large rectangular container holding energy in the form of glucose required to swallow green paper of value. I fed the rectangle the green papers of monetary value and pressed the buttons and a bag of glucose fell from the top of the container.
Anonymous me, a living thing that breathes in oxygen and is about 5'4 moves my legs first right then left while moving my hands right and left, finally makes it to the large rectangular box up against the wall that holds items which give us energy through the process of cellular respiration. I move my carrot sticks attached to my hands to insert a sheet of paper made out of the trees that grow through photosynthesis. the large box shows $1.00 so I take my carrot sticks and press the round tiny circles with numbers on them. I want the item contaning round thin crispy things that are made from the good ole potato, (love those things). As I renegade on that box which I learned from tikity tokity the box starts to move and I get scared. I'm shy sho I hide in the corner until the box drops the crispy goodness. I put my hand in the box almost getting it chopped up and run away with it. Thank you.
Chironex_Fleckeri I have never quite managed to experience receiving any sort of unhealthy nourishment from a large, mechanical rectangular prism that consumes any form of paper or coin currency in order to dispense of the packages with unhealthy nourishment.
Dr. Ice Bath I give the gainzz box all of the moneez
Emily I obtained a mass of potato-based carbohydrates that were fried in oil, encased in a plastic wrapping, by inserting slips of green paper with famous people's faces into a large box-like machine that consumes green paper with famous people's faces and contains various other similar potato-based carbohydrates fried in oil and encased in a plastic wrapping.
Tophat I exited the enormously large cafeteria, that was filled with loud teenagers talking about who knows what. I walk down the white and green hallway admiring the thousands of trophies, that no one seemed to care about, and I finally reached my destination. A large clear box with delicious snacks inside waiting to be purchased. I inserted my green piece of paper we all money and purchase my snack.
joe, joe who? joe mama box of metal that is giving the reason to my fatness in exchange for pieces of metal and paper
flip The 8-hour, compromised of 60 minute periods of 60 seconds, long stretch of torture and academics has been completed. I am famished, to say the absolute least. I am in dire need of sustenance, but not much, and it is simply imperative that it does not take long to come into my possession and to consume. That is when the idea comes to me. I am on the topmost floor of the building of education, of where there are two places of eating. Only one is accessible to me at this time, however. The upper eatery houses casual machines that consume slips of low monetary value in exchange for packets of wheat and spices and oxygen. I insert such a kind of slip, awaiting my sustenance eagerly. The large vehicle of a primary color that is to bring me to my place of residence is set to depart from the grounds soon, so I cannot dally. The machine then exerts an item. Why, it is the slip that I had just inserted! This was the least desirable outcome of such a situation. Filled with the most primordial emotion of anger, I insert the slip into the machine’s slot of consumption once more. I speak to myself, in my mind, that this is to be my last attempt at receiving the sustenance. I stand in raw anticipation, my organ of consumption growling like a rabid animal in a furious rage. At long, long last, the machine uses its inside claw to grasp for the plastic packet of sustenance. It snatches for it in a quick, hurried motion, and I watch as gravity pushes my long-awaited packet to the bottom of the machine’s interior. It resembles gravity pushing down on my heart, which has now sunk to my ass. Terrified of not arriving to the long machine of transportation in proper time for it to bring me to my place of residence, I look to my machine of time. It reads: 16:20. There are no longer excess minutes for me to acquire the bag of sustenance. I leave my slip of monetary value and use the elongated tools of the lower half of my body of propel myself to the transportation machine. I reach it directly before it departs from its station, but at what cost? Exactly one dollar slip of monetary value.
Siddhi Take your foot and step and take your other foot and step in front. Keep repeating till you get to this big rectangle box filled with chips that’s very over pricing. Now take out all your your anger and punch and kick at this box. A bag of chips should magically fall out. Then open it out your hand in take a chip and eat it.
lonelypotato Me is in the mood for yumyum. Me gaze across the obnoxious older shedevils in the bottom food eatey place at the "large rectangular box that contains forms of glucose and swallows green slips that have monetary value" longing for a delightful packaged chocolate chipper thats been so cruelly locked behind the glass walls of the "large rectangular box..." I carefully pick up and begin to drag the arm of michelle tan and urge her to come get a snacky to fill my tumtum with me. As we move swiftly between the rotten children and reach the "large rectangular box.." I move my hand across the back of my jeans to my right bum pocket and select two old smushed dolla dolla bills. I feed them into the blinking light of the "large rectangular box that contains forms of glucose and swallows green slips that have monetary value" at the hopes that since ive fed it, it will gladly feed me. As it spits up my precious gift I grow red (redder than normal) and shriek with fury, until finally it's devoured. My pointer finger reaches for the old crusty buttons of the machine and I select F5 and wait for my treat to fall. As it makes a thump I reach down into the throat of the beast and smile from ear to ear. I eagerly rip open the packaging and enjoy my treat.
John Doe This is a quest of great esteem - one that requires the bravest of souls to journey on a grand endeavor. First, one must acquire the green - slips of paper that seem plain in every manner, but it can be deduced that every person on the face of this planet will defend with their lives. Acquiring the green paper is no easy feat. Either one must do hours of manual labor, or try to attain it from others. The former is an extremely difficult feat, as it is difficult to find employment unless one already owns an inordinate amount of green paper. However, the latter option places the seeker in a confrontation - as all people will fight for their papers and refuse to religuish them. If you succeed in obtaining the papers - only a few will do - then you must proceed quickly, because from that moment on, you are a fugitive - others will be alerted of your presence and come to stop you with guns and chains. Then, you must locate a large, electronic, metal box. There is no easy way to do this. They could be anywhere. A school campus. A subway station. An office building. Look everywhere. Listen for their humming reverberations that echo through a building late at night. Do not sleep until you have found one. Remember - you are being hunted. Finally - when one is found - insert the green slips of paper into the machine. Take haste, because the machine may be alerted of your identity as a fugitive and refuse to accept them. Try again and again - until the machine no longer refuses. Beat the machine into submission. Refuse to allow it to win. Enter any random code and take whatever falls out - it may be an edible item, or something else. Take it and enjoy the fruits of your labor. Then enjoy a lifetime in prison.
quarantineKWEEN I had to place one foot in front of the other, switching feet each time, 30 TIMES just to get to the massive rectangle box thing that holds 274738373847377363 gallons of sugar. Then I had to give the machine my money (like, what?!??! Doesn’t the machine know I’m kinda broke!!?!?!?). I had to press some random buttons on the rectangle machine thingy just to get a bright yellow bag that said LAY’S on it. I thought these machines could read minds like wth??? Anyways then I had to repeat the putting one foot in front of the other switching feet each time 30 TIMES thing just so I could sit down then realize I have to use the bathroom so then I had to do the putting one foot in front of the other switching feet each time thing another 100 TIMES!! 😭😭
Anonymous My stomach was churning obnoxiously as I walked to the black, hollow box. It’s front surface was covered by a clear plastic like it was meant to showcase whatever was contained in it. Inside, it was flashing with colors, tasty colors. At first, I was more drawn toward the red one, but then the purple one caught my attention. I took my green George Washington and inserted it through the box’s tiny calculator. Then I pressed 5 and 2. Soon enough, it would come slowly protruding out and drop into the deep and dark abyss, no longer being showcased with the rest. I placed my desperate fingers into the box’s mouth and when they came out so did the purple bag. Mmmm... Doritos.
Karen Smith Well usually for me I have to take mr mittens out of the to door since he usually cowers over there (he’s a little shy of my other 37 cats) and then I get to the vending machine but forget about it as I see an ad for catnip.
Lara Jean A large cage traps the snacks that had gone wrong because they give kids health problems. The only way to break them out is with a magical object called money which unlocks one of these dangerous goods.