There is a bright flash of light that emanates from out of every orifice of the vending machine, quite perceptible, but only for a seemingly impossibly tiny moment.
You get an anachronisms; a c- on your English homework, along with a lingering sense of distrustful regret, an ashew, and error, a hamburger, a banana, a pile of mixed and unidentifiable atoms that once made up two pennies, a vending
machine, a nautilius femur shovel, and a catfish; as you enter the room* for the first time, you notice a gaggle of roombas on the floor, trying in vain to sweep up a string of words: (CANNOT affect the pile limiter or anything in the replicating item list.) (* - but, that is, only if we are in fact currently in
a room!)There is a quantum superposition of either: an odd answer for an odd question, along with an odd gaze, a rift from a parallel dimension, 3 pennies, a shilling, a loonie, a Canadian nickel, a Mexican peso and a yen, or, something else, in a pile, in the Wasteland. There is half of a dead SmoothBlade holding a clogged SIG, next to a small hole in the wasteland. Lorenz is standing over the pile with a note, turning it over throughout eternity. A set of footprints with official Vault-Tec tread heads away. Another trail, made by a rather aimless person, dissapears into the shimmering desert distance in the North and South. A third tread heads off to the east, and the tread indicates that the person who made these treads, was dancing to the song "Thriller."
Their is now a vending machine standing tall, but under restraint. An undistructible penny materializes and falls to the ground. You get [sic]. A bad case of typoglycemia, it seems. You need some glucoes. A battling Dargon and Gildamesh suddenly, and quite rudely
add, *ahem*, burst through the wall as you play chess
. A sense of curious bewilderment and a dead corps clutching the letter 'e' in one cold, dead hand, a pair of wretched and twisted glasses with shattered lenses, and a hamburger. The broken dart flies out of the coin receptacle at a blurry velocity and whistles just past your ear. Due to the poor aerodynamics, a single fiber is dislodged from one of the feathers just as it passes your face, and it gets in your eye. The world is in sepia. Now you have a floater, except this one's actually real.