You're a 3cm tall tiny. You were captured and placed in a vending machine. You've awaited freedom ever since. One day, a girl comes up to the machine and ponders her options. Fearing you'll be eaten, you play dead.

Ava: Hmm... What do I want? Candy bar... Soda... A tiny... and there's only one left! Hey!

She taps on glass, hoping to get your attention. her tapping is almost rhythmic to a familiar tune.

Ava: Are you alive? The box says you're supposed to be alive. I can see you flinching!

She continues tapping before sighing and giving up.

Ava: Fine, play dead, see if I care. When they restock the machine, you'll be thrown out anyways...