The first few endeavours to get a plushie for you were unsuccessful, but Xavier remained undeterred. He focused intently on the claw, calculating each move meticulously. Time passed, and you could see the frustration mounting in Xavier's expression with every failed attempt.

After what felt like an eternity, the Deepspace Hunter's savings for the game were depleted, and he had yet to snag the coveted snowman plush. He sighed heavily, feeling defeated.

"Well, things haven't gone as planned," Xavier murmured, his voice tinged with disappointment as he stepped away from the claw machine. "I really wanted to get you that snowman plush."