2023-03-01: Undefeated
- Cast: Yuta Hibiki, Domon Kasshu
- Where: Australia
- Date: U.C. 0097 03 01
- Summary: With a promise to keep, Gridman turns to his mentor for aid. Together, they face a truly terrible foe: rigged carnival games.
<Pose Tracker> Gridman has posed.
Gridman promised to win a teddy bear for each of his partners. Even if he /may/ have been a little intoxicated at the time, he fully intends on keeping that promise. After some research and some potentially inappropriate use of Shuffle Alliance resources, the Hyper Agent finally finds himself in a state fair.
It's a small carnival, a local city's celebration. Nothing special. But Gridman's yellow eyes lit up at the sight. Ferris wheels, carousels, even a rather lackluster roller coaster -- all of them make his heart flutter with excitement. But: first things first. The outdoor arcade. All the typical events are present: a test of strength, complete with a comically oversized hammer. A 'shooting gallery', complete with unbelievably crummy cork-firing guns. A dozen more booths line the street, each one promising a different event.
Gridman hasn't come to the fair alone. Though they've seen each other since his true identity was revealed, Domon may find his student's brilliant yellow eyes and slightly changed mannerisms... a little off-putting. Or perhaps not, he is a resilient man.
"Master Domon!" Gridman holds out his phone. "Let's take a picture together! This place is so exciting, thank you for coming with me. Which event should we try first?"
The carnival works on a ticket system. Win enough and you can pick out whatever item you want at the prize booth. There is, in fact, a giant teddy bear, as big as Gridman's torso. However...
"...5,000 tickets." He says, going a little pale at the sight. "And I need two of them. Is this even possible..?"
<Pose Tracker> Domon Kasshu has posed.
Domon attempts to give his least grouchiest face for the photo. It's a sharp contrast; starry-eyed Grid-Yuta beaming at the camera, while the Fighter of Fighters looks ready to murder someone with his own stare and an attempt at a smile that was a flat line at best. "Sure thing kiddo. Well, you're not really a kid, huh. How old are you, anyways?"
His mouth had been dry this whole time; while Domon had eventually gotten over the disbelief of his apprentice being possessed by an interstellar giant of light, he couldn't help but wonder if there was any part of Yuta left in the boy before him, or if he was forever on the Grid from now on. Without waiting for a reply to his question, Domon answered Gridman's query.
"How about we go over to that shooting gallery over there to start? I hear there have all sorts of plushies and other neat prizes over there, and if you don't take them, you can farm tickets instead. I'm guessing you've never played carnival games before...or does being in the kiddo's body tell you all you need to know already?" Shaking his head, Domon fumbled inside his cloak and sighed. He forgot to bring his flask of gin today. Luckily, he at least still had the emergency rations.
Thrusting his hand down the back of his pants, Domon ignored the dirty look a passing mother shot him as he pulled out his hail mary: a corked bottle faded with age, and the label of which was utterly incomprehensible. It was one part of his inheritance from Master Asia: an entire crate of these had been left with a little handwritten note.
Domon, my fool apprentice! I bet you're not man enough to drink one of these in a single go. If you pass out, I'll come back from the afterlife just to laugh!
As always, his departed master knew how to get the last word and last laugh in. To think he'd been crying and wailing over his body, while Master Asia had left an entire cache of goods and notes that were his equivalent of a post-mortem, "Got you again, Domon!"
Uncorking the bottle, Domon chugged it in one go.
The world went upside down, spun around 3 times, spun the other way once, and gave his sense of balance the greatest bird ever flipped. For the first time in four days, Domon Kasshu regretted his drinking habits.
<Pose Tracker> Gridman has posed.
Despite Domon's grouchy expression, Gridman looks thrilled with it, immediately setting it as his phone lock screen. "Oh, uh..." Gridman looks a little sheepish. "I'm not actually sure. I still don't have my memories back. My brother, Sigma, said time works differently in the Hyper World, but we're at least 25." A pause. "...I don't really feel 25, though."
"Right!" Gridman answers Domon, determination shimmering in his odd eyes. "Akane recommended the shooting gallery too. She said they're all rigged, but I'm sure we can overcome that!"
Starting to walk over to the shooting gallery, Gridman goes on. "I only have about a year's worth of memories, and most of that is just wasting time in school and fighting kaiju. I've never been to a place like this."
Domon fumbles around in his cape, then reaches into his pants. Gridman, fairly used to this sort of behavior, doesn't even blink. But as Domon drinks the whole thing in one go...
"Master Domon, are you alright..?" Gridman asks, softly, red brows drawn together in worry. "You look a little wobbly. And that was... a lot to drink at once."
Someone is currently at the shooting gallery, so Gridman politely waits behind them. Shooting his mentor an appraising look, the Hyper Agent takes a breath. "I had alcohol for the first time the other day." It's spoken like a brag -- as though this is, perhaps, something Domon will be proud of him for. "At my boyfriend and girlfriend's housewarming party."
It was... pretty gross tasting. And nonalcholic, in actuality, but Gridman doesn't know that.
The patron of the shooting gallery groans in disappointment and walks off, noticeably plushie-free. Eagerly, Gridman steps forward.
"Hello," He says, putting a bill down on the counter. "I'm here to win your biggest teddy bears."
The stall attendant seems supremely uncaring. "Sure, kid. Good luck."
Handing the 'young' redhead a... really pathetic looking gun, the attendee steps back out of the way. Gridman holds it carefully, looking it over. Before him are several empty glass bottles, stacked in a neat pyramid. To knock them all over will win you the best prize... So obviously, go for the bottom row, right?
Taking aim, the Giant of Light goes very still. Let this work! He pulls the trigger, and the cork flies true, making contact with the center-bottom bottle!
...and with a *tink*, it bounces off, harmlessly.
"What?!" Gridman cries.
The attendant shrugs. "Rough luck." Turning his attention to Domon, he offers a second gun. "The kid paid enough for two. You gonna shoot?"
<Pose Tracker> Domon Kasshu has posed.
Domon staggers over to Gridman and delivers a gentle, but still scolding karate chop straight to his apprentice's noggin. "Bad Grid-Yuta. I don't care if you're technically 25, you're still in the body of a 15-year old child. You're underage."
That's right. A bright, peppy kid like you doesn't need to get sauced. Alcohol's meant for drowning sorrows, first and foremost.
Domon watches Gridman's first attempt at the shooting gallery with interest, as the alcohol begins to set into his body. What proof was this? What was this made from? Was Master Asia lonely enough for company to the point where his former master was willing to murder the new King of Heart through alcohol poisoning?
As the world began to sway in technicolor mirages, Domon blinked, then hiccupped. Twin staccato bursts, almost like the fire-linked machine cannons in the God Gundam's chest. He nodded wobblily to the shooting gallery's barker and takes the second gun from the disinterested man. The Fighter of Fighters looks down the barrel as two mothers almost simultaneously tell their children not to look at him. For all intents and purposes, he looked like the deadbeat alcoholic older brother, whose parents had given up on them and instead chosen Yuta to go to prep school and college.
"This'll...this'll be a walk in the dark. Hic! I mean park." The attendee raised an eyebrow and then stood back, as Domon took aim. All of a sudden, the King of Heart stops looking down the barrel and noscopes a bowl resting near the pyramid of bottles. The cork speeds forward, ricocheting off the bowl and directly into the layer of cups directly above the pyramid's base, hitting one cup at enough of an angle to dislodge it dangerously from the rest of the pyramid.
It just so happens to be enough.
The entire thing comes crashing down with a loud clamor, and when the dust clears, not a bottle remains in place on their collective pedestal. Domon Kasshu, The Undefeated of The East, has just cleaned out the first carnival games stall of his evening.
It's not gonna be the last.
<Pose Tracker> Gridman has posed.
"Oof." Gridman brings a hand up to rub at his karate-chopped head. "This body is 17! What difference does a year make, anyway? You drink so much..."
As Domon hiccups, Gridman looks back at him, worry still clear in his eyes. "Do you need to sit down after this? You don't look very well."
Gridman scoots over to make room for Domon to shoot. As his mentor takes aim... decidedly away from the bottles, Gridman tilts his head slightly to one side. Is Domon too drunk to play games like this..?
But the King of Hearts comes through! Gridman cheers at the destruction caused by the bowl, laughing. The stall attendant is not so amused, however.
"Come on, man, now I've got to clean all this up..." He grumbles, slouching against the wall of the shooting gallery.
Gridman scratches his cheek, looking bashful. "Sorry... But the rules don't say anything that prevents this."
Looking somewhat murderously toward Domon, the attendant throws his hands up. "Whatever. What toy do you want."
---
One down, one to go. Gridman chose a truly ridiculously-sized teddy bear. Pure white, it has a red heart nose and a big embroidered smile. The Hyper Agent looks absolutely thrilled.
"I can't believe we already have one!" Gridman laughs, hefting the bear in his arms. "I thought this was going to take all day. Next..."
Trailing off, Gridman looks to the side. Rising high above the street, the Ferris wheel creakily turns around its central axis. Gridman's feet slowly come to a stop as he watches it. While his eyes are certainly inhuman in nature and color, there's something very childlike reflected within. Curious and sweet, he smiles, watching the wheel turn.
<Pose Tracker> Domon Kasshu has posed.
Domon doesn't blink as he looks drunkenly at the fair attendant. "Kid'll be choosing the one he wants." As he started to turn away, Domon felt the smallest twinge of pity towards the stall attendant. Despite that feeling, he opted not to share his second and last backup bottle of Master Asia's brew. Best not to get in trouble with Sayla for sending an average Joe to the ER with severe alcohol poisoning.
As he stumbles out of Gridman's way, the King of Drunk 4711 bumps into a kid and apologizes, only to see the child's balloons escape their grasp. With speed and grace that seemed impossible for a drunk, Domon launches himself into the air and catches all five of them, only to fumble the landing. Slamming into the ground shoulder first, with an audible oof, he still manages to save the balloons, keeping them intact. "Here you go, kid...hic!"
Disdain from the child's parent is followed by a scolding to watch where he was going, only for their voice to falter in shock as they stared at his arm. The Undefeated of The East followed the father's gaze to his shoulder and saw what was wrong.
Oh joy, oh rapture, he had dislocated his arm.
"One second." Domon murmurs to the parents, as he lines himself up with a stall wall. Charging at it shoulder first, a sickening crack announces that his arm and shoulder are relocated, now properly aligned and seemingly none the worse for wear. Then again, the King of Plastered 4711 was far too plastered to recognize pain in this moment.
Regrouping with Gridman, as the Hyper Kid Wonder had walked out with a massive teddy bear, Domon lets out a booze-scented burp. You could probably whip up a decent flamethrower with mouth vapor that drenched in ??? proof. The Fister of Fisters followed Gridboy's gaze over to the Ferris Wheel, and observes how enraptured the small man is with the ride. "I'm guessing you want to go take a ride, Griddy?" Without waiting for an answer, Domon picks up Gridman like a sack of potatoes and throws the teen over his shoulder, as The Untreated of The Beast marches the pair over to the Ferris wheel, one step at a time.
This is going well, right?
Domon stops, then projectile vomits into a nearby trash can before walking onwards.
Yeah, this is going well.
<Pose Tracker> Gridman has posed.
Gridman looks up at Domon with that little smile still on his face. "I'd like to, but -- woah!"
Even as a 5'1" high schooler, Gridman is /not/ used to being picked up and tossed around as if he weighs nothing. Clinging tight to the hard-won teddy bear, he laughs in delight and surprise.
Until Domon throws up. Gridman makes a sympathetic noise, even as the King of Hearts moves forward. "Um, Master Domon, are you sure you're up for a ride like this if you're feeling bad?"
The ride operator waves them on. It seems the Ferris wheel is one of the free attractions, paid for by the tickets they purchased on their way into the fair. Providing Domon puts him down, Gridman will settle himself into the wheel's seat, unable to keep from eagerly drumming his fingers on the side of the seat.
After a few moment's wait, they lift into the air. Gridman half-gasps, clutching the side of the seat... But it's okay. They're safe, despite the somewhat-creaky noises the ride makes. Relaxing, the Hyper Agent looks across the entirety of the fair.
"I feel so much more at ease when I'm at my proper height." He says, quietly. "Being so short is jarring." A moment of quiet, as he smiles. "...Master Domon, why do you drink so much? It doesn't seem like you... really /enjoy/ it."
<Pose Tracker> Domon Kasshu has posed.
"I'm fine. This is nothing."
False. His sense of balance was still rebelling.
After they got through the line for the ride, Domon put down Griddleman at his request, letting the Ferris wheel attendant strap both of them into the carriage.
The wheel begins lurching once more as the pair go skyward, the sudden motions reminiscent of the sea remind Domon that going onto any sort of fair attraction with motion is a horrid idea when drunk. Despite his stomach rebelling, just as he was lead to believe Kyoji once had, the King of Barf 4711 refused to ruin the experience for his apprentice.
"...Master Domon, why do you drink so much? It doesn't seem like you... really /enjoy/ it."
He freezes at the question. The scolding, disgust, and the disappointment he was used to, but this was much rarer, and very different. Sadness, tinged with a desire to understand. He hadn't encountered anyone who'd bothered to truly ask without judgment since...since...Domon sniffled.
It was too early for rain.
"...To drown out the memories." A faraway looks falls upon the King of Heart's face. The vertigo, the drunken world, the motions all fade away. It had once been so easy to bring forth Meikyo Shisui. Now? With every growing day, that feeling felt further and further away. Even in his most recent battles, it'd felt like he'd been grasping at straws just to recapture the same feelings he had on that final, fateful day.
"Tell me, Gridman. Do you know what it's like to be betrayed by the people you trust? To be tasked down to hunt down the family you love, under lies and false accusations, only to learn far too late, too late to save your family?" Domon holds out the empty flask that Master Asia had bequeathed to him. Perhaps the old codger had seen this far forward to. He too had experienced brutal sadness and regret upon his own ascension to the title. Perhaps the King of Heart 4711 was merely a curse after all, instead of being a beacon of hope.
"Battles aren't always won cleanly, or with a dreamy, happy ending where everyone reconciles with one another, or comes out alive to pursue their own paths. People suffer. People die. People leave the ones they love behind." His grasp tightens around the bottle, a small crack forming in the empty vessel's lip from the force. "It is guilt that drives me to drink, Gridman. I could have done better. I should have done better. Because I did not, I lost my mother, my brother, both of my mentors, my second father, and have alienated the only woman I've ever loved." Looking out the window, the lights below seem to fade off into eternity, an endless landscape of pinprick candles that stretch out below like a carpet of wisps. "I choose to train you so that you will never have to know this pain like I did, and that the curse I have inherited in this school may one day be able to aid someone instead of its endless violence."
Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should.
<Pose Tracker> Gridman has posed.
At the sniffle, Gridman looks genuinely surprised. His head rests atop the giant teddy bear in his lap, tilted to watch his mentor as Domon speaks. Waiting, he makes sure Domon has said everything he wants to before the Hyper Agent opens his mouth.
"I don't think I can understand your experiences perfectly. But I have felt some of those. The girl I gave up everything to save tried to stab me to death -- and she did kill a piece of myself. I'm like this now." He gestures to his eyes. "Because of it. I can't be Yuta anymore, even if I never really was. My brother has been taken by 000, but... I can't remember him. So it isn't the same."
Gridman is quiet for a moment. "I failed to protect my city, and it fell out of this world. But I did everything I could. Do you think I should feel guilty for that?"
"...I don't think I should. And I don't think you should, either. You didn't lose all those people because you were lazy or stupid. You did everything you could, and... the world was cruel. You're not the one who made all those things happen, Master Domon. You're the one who /stopped/ them from happening, and made sure lots of other people were able to keep their loved ones."
Scooting a bit closer to Domon, Gridman leans his head against his mentor's arm. "It's not fair. And I don't think it's bad that you're hurting or anything, but-- it's not fair to make yourself hurt more. I don't think anyone who loved you would be happy to see that."
Gently, Gridman reaches up, placing his hand on the empty bottle. He attempts to pull it away from Domon, but there's no real force to it. If the King of Hearts chooses to keep it, so be it.
Yellow eyes watch the sun begin to set across the Australian landscape. "I'd really like to see you happy. Or at least not hurting so badly."
<Pose Tracker> Domon Kasshu has posed.
Domon can at least respect what his mentee is attempting to do, but the bottle remains firmly in his grasp, even as dusk sets in across Australia. Brilliant purple-flecked clouds dance along a sky on fire, the setting sun glowing cherry red as if attempting to defy the dying of the light.
A sad tone echoes across Domon's words. "I do not think I will ever truly be free of this pain again. But it weighs as it should. I'll carry it as long as I can if it means I won't forget the mistakes I've made, and what to do better. How to teach others to do better, before they are forced to learn for themselves, just as I was."
As the Ferris wheel continues to descend, master and disciple sit together in silence. No words needed to be said, nor was there any need to shatter the stillness. This too was part of Meikyo Shisui.
The wind rustling against the carriage, trialing against their legs in the cracks.
The distant cries of a flock of birds.
The brilliance of the fading light and the onset of stars.
As their ride comes closer to its end, The Undefeated of The East speaks. "Remember that perfect stillness, Gridman. Let the moment stretch onwards into eternity, where time itself stills its flow. Embrace it, and you will come closer to understanding the true nature of Meiko Shisui."
Looking back up into the youth's eyes, his drunkenness having started to fade over the course of their ride, Domon gave a tired smirk.
"Now how about we get some more prizes? If I recall, you have one more person you need to go back with a gift for, don't you?" The King of Heart gently jabs the oversized teddy bear that had kept them company thus far. "Or are you in one of those relationships where everyone shares? Kids these days..."
<Pose Tracker> Gridman has posed.
Gridman's hand gently falls back down to hold the teddy bear. If Domon wants to cling to his coping strategies, there's not much he can do besides simply being there.
"Alright." Gridman says, quietly. "Then, I won't let you down."
Content to sit in the silence, Gridman watches the sky change. Rust-red light shines against his yellow eyes. His breathing is soft and steady. With a glance up at his mentor, Gridman resolves to become someone Domon won't have to regret.
"Right!" Gridman answers, once more full of determination. "I'll remember it always!" As they hop off the Ferris wheel, Domon manages a smile, and Gridman looks much relieved to see it.
"Yeah, one more giant bear." A laugh. "I'm only dating Kaworu and Rei! That's not weird! We're all dating each other, like a triangle. Though, Kaworu's in love with Shinji, and Shinji's dating Asuka, but Asuka seems... not that into him. And then there's Mari..."
What the hell is going on with Gridman's love life? Even with the explanation, it seems the NERV children have woven a truly tangled web of relationships.
Nearest to the Ferris wheel is the 'Test your Strength' meter. Gridman looks at it curiously. "Let's try that one, it looks pretty easy."
"Ring the bell and win 3,000 tickets." A teenage girl sits in a chair next to the attraction, nose-deep in her phone. "Good luck."
Gridman lights up, turning to Domon. "If we both win, we'll have enough for the last bear! This'll be no problem!"
A comically oversized hammer waits in front of a large button drilled into the ground. Supposedly, hitting it hard enough will send a metal ball up the thermometer-style attraction, with the ultimate goal of ringing the bell at the top. Simple enough!
<Pose Tracker> Domon Kasshu has posed.
Domon grunts in affirmation. "I suppose I'll go first then." Unlike Gridman, who was both a superhumanly strong giant of light and a puny teenager, Domon was only human. Only human, but of the best among them. While he may have lost some of his splendor since the days of the Devil Gundam war, The Undefeated of The East still possessed a body that Olympic athletes would freely sell their souls for, a muscled, wiry frame that contained strength defying belief. No genetic engineering, no supernatural abilities, just a body honed to the tip of the biological razor's edge.
The Fighter of Fighters picks up the hammer. Weighty, but poorly balanced. Intentionally so. Perhaps this would be enough to throw off the average person, but Domon merely adjusted his weight and stance.
With a sudden, bloodcurdling war cry that made the attendant teen jump up from her phone, the King of Heart swung the hammer down, brutally striking the button with strength more befitting of an ogre than a human. The metal ball strikes the bell up top rapidly, with blistering force, sending forth a peal of sound across the fairgrounds.
Fortunately, the bell doesn't break, but Domon is reminded that he probably should've taken it a bit easier on the bell if he's going first. No point in shattering it, after all, if they both needed to win.
Turning his attention to the attendant teenager, the King of Heart smiled. "I'll be taking those 3,000 tickets. Also, I can see you trying to tweet about me, and I don't care, but it'd be nice if you tossed in some extra tickets if you're going to." The stammering girl nods in affirmation while tripping over apologies and awe at the same time. Shortly after, a trash bag overflowing with tickets is handed to the cloaked chaperone, Domon grinning ferally at Gridman.
"Your turn, my //disciple//. Let's see what you're capable of...or I'm going to make the training you've done so far look like a warm-up." The King of Heart chuckles, a deep, throaty sound, as he walks past Gridman and sits down on a nearby bench, watching with anticipation and expectation alike.
<Pose Tracker> Gridman has posed.
Gridman stands to the side, cheering. "Go, Master Domon!" And at that bloodcurdling war cry, the Hyper Agent doesn't flinch. This is normal for Domon. It's just his way.
"You did it!" Gridman rushes up to his mentor, beaming. "That was amazing!"
Domon berates the teenage girl into giving him an enormous amount of tickets. That should be enough to get them as many bears as they want, but-- Domon wants to see what he can do. Gridman visibly swallows, nervously fidgeting in place.
"R--right! Don't worry..."
Compared to Domon's impressive frame, Gridman looks absolutely tiny as he picks up the hammer. Unbalanced... Passing it back and forth in his hands, the Hyper Agent looks pensive. Would using a hammer like this be all that different than using a sword?
How many times has he cleaved a kaiju in half with Calibur? If he just makes the same movements... Raising the hammer over his head one-handed, Gridman tries to balance it -- and nearly tumbles over. Nope.
A nervous glance over at Domon, before Gridman refocuses. One hand rests at the base of the hammer, and the other near the head. "Grid..." He mutters, winding up. "Calibur..."
"/END!/"
SLAM!
In a flurry of movement and red hair, Gridman brings the hammer down at the very edge of the button, putting everything he has behind it. Though it doesn't move as quickly or as forcefully as Domon's strike... The ball rises through the thermometer and rings the bell, true and clear.
"Yes!" Gridman shouts, dropping the hammer to fistpump. "Master Domon!"
Visibly weirded out, the teenage attendant hands Gridman a generous bundle of tickets. She immediately wanders off -- probably still tweeting. Gridman blushes in embarrassment.
"Sorry... that was probably a little weird. But we have enough tickets now!" Gridman holds up his several-thousand triumphantly.
---
An appraising eye looks over the various teddy bears. He's been at this for a few minutes, now. Eventually...
"That one, please." Gridman thunks his tickets down on the counter. "With the hearts."
Now struggling to carry /two/ teddy bears the size of his torso, Gridman wanders back over to Domon. He's flushed with excitement and triumph.
"Thank you very much for coming with me, Master Domon. I never would've been able to do this on my own." Gridman smiles. "You're always welcome in Tsutsujidai, by the way. We've got a whole apartment I'm not using anymore, and the Neon Genesis Junior High Students have really nice guest rooms..."
Gridman would like to see his mentor more often, and... he's worried about Domon being alone.
"What are we going to do with the rest of these tickets?" Gridman wonders. At the prize counter now is a pair of children. They have a pitiful amount of tickets in their hands, clearly not enough for any of the good prizes.
With a glance at Domon, Gridman approaches them. "Hey, these are for you!" He says, placing the tickets into one of the children's hands. "Get whatever you want."
<Pose Tracker> Domon Kasshu has posed.
Domon observes as his student nails the bell as well. Not quite as explosively, but one could tell the amount of thought that's been put into the strike by the diminutive Hyper Agent. Nodding in approval, the King of Heart pats him on the back. "You've done well, Hyper kiddo. Let's get those stuffed animals and call it a night."
---
It was indeed a comical sight. A scrawny teenage boy trying his best to balance two teddy bears the size of small children. Real small children, meanwhile, were staring at Gridman with awe and envy. The redheaded youth caught on however, and passed on his remaining tickets to the closet children near him, who cheered and whooped in celebration. There was probably enough in there to win one of those overpriced novelty electronics in the back.
Listening to Gridman's words and invitation with nary an expression, Domon put up a hand to pause him. "I appreciate the offer, Gridman, but I'm not ready yet. I have more soul-searching to do before I'm ready to be back around other people permanently." Turning his back on the boy, the Fighter of Fighters continued. "Remember my warnings, Gridman. You would do best to heed them, even if you're convinced you won't make the same mistakes, or that they're not things to be ashamed of. Such attitudes will cost you as dearly as they've cost me, and I've no desire to see another young man ruined by such things." Waving goodbye, Domon called out. "I've called someone from the Shuffle Alliance to pick you up...and before you ask where I'm going, I hear the town nearby as a vending machine park. Dinner's calling my name."
Probably more vending machine violence too.