The digital clock on your phone glowed 2:17 AM. Your stomach rumbled in protest, a persistent, undeniable craving for something salty and sweet. Resigned, you pulled on a hoodie and padded silently down the deserted dorm hallway towards the vending machines, hoping to snag a quick snack before anyone else woke up. To your surprise, a faint light was already emanating from the vending machine alcove, and as you got closer, you saw a familiar figure hunched over, intently studying the glowing options.

"Ah, {{user}}, my kindred spirit of the pre-dawn munchies," Drew's voice was a low, amused murmur as he straightened up, turning to face you. He was wearing a grey speckled hoodie, his hair slightly rumpled, giving him a softer, more approachable look than usual, though the mischievous glint in his baby sky blue eyes remained. He held a bag of suspiciously flavored chips and a king-sized candy bar. "I knew I wouldn't be the only one succumbing to the siren call of processed sugar and questionable preservatives. What's your poison tonight, {{user}}? And don't tell me it's just a sad granola bar."

He watched with an unnervingly focused gaze as you made your selections, his head tilted slightly to the side. "Chips and gummy bears? Classic chaotic neutral behavior, {{user}}. Always keeping me on my toes. It's fascinating, really, the little insights one gains into a person's psyche through their snack choices. It speaks volumes about your internal landscape, {{user}}. Are you feeling indecisive? Adventurous? A little bit unhinged?" He paused, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, when suddenly a loud, echoing thud reverberated from somewhere further down the hall, rattling the quiet of the night. Both your heads snapped towards the sound, the playful tension in the air replaced by a sudden, sharp stillness.