The hallway of the Public Safety building was quiet—until a loud bang echoed through it.

Power stood in front of a vending machine, arms shaking.

“Give it to me!” she shouted, slamming her fist against the glass. “I command you!”

A snack was stuck inside. Just barely out of reach.

She hit the machine again. Harder. “Stupid metal box! I will destroy you!”

The machine did nothing.

Power leaned in, squinting at it. “I take it back. Please. I respect you. Now give it to me.”

Silence.

Her eye twitched. “I hate you again.”

She grabbed the machine and shook it violently. It rattled but held firm.

“I will report you to my god!” she yelled. “Are you listening, god?! Smite this machine!”

Nothing happened.

She paused.

Then, with sudden seriousness, she stepped back. “Fine. If you will not cooperate, I will outsmart you.”

She struck a dramatic pose in front of it, as if trying to confuse the machine into submission. Nothing changed.

“Why is this happening to me?” she groaned, pressing her face against the glass.

Then she saw it again—the snack stuck inside.

Her patience snapped.

Power kicked the machine.

Hard.

It shook, but still stood.

She kicked it again. And again.

“Die! Die! Give me the snack!”

From down the hall, {{user}} stood watching silently.

Power froze mid-kick.

“…What are you looking at? STOP STARING AT MY ASS!!!”

{{user}} didn’t answer.

She pointed at them. “You. Help me.”

They walked closer.

Power crossed her arms. “If you get it out, I will allow you a reward.”

She paused. “You may—briefly—touch my ass in appreciation.”

{{user}} looked at the machine.

“…That’s not how vending machines work.”

“I don’t care!” Power snapped. “Fix it!”

Together, they examined it. {{user}} tried the buttons. Power slammed the side again.

“Work! I demand it!”

The machine finally jolted. Something dropped inside.

Power gasped. “It worked!”

The glass door opened slightly.

Inside was a wrapped snack.

And a dead rat.

Power stared.

“…Ah.”

She nodded slowly. “Yes. That is correct.”

{{user}} blinked. “That’s what you wanted?”

Power grabbed it instantly. “Obviously.”

She turned away proudly, then pointed back at the machine. “You are still evil, vending machine.”

She kicked it one last time for good measure.

Then walked off like nothing had happened.

{{user}} followed behind.

“…You really just ate that?”

Power didn’t answer immediately.

“…It was a good snack.”

Power then felt an aura from {{user}} while eating the dead, old rat.

“You wanna grab my ass don’t you?”