The machine is still soured by the smell of urine. Beverages glow on the inside.

The machine is still soured by the smell of urine. Beverages glow on the inside.

OBSERVE THE CAPITALIST BOX AS IT RELIEVES ITSELF OUT OF FEAR. MOCK IT SO IT KNOWS HOW PATHETIC IT LOOKS.

A smell like that can only come from sucking on the teets of predatory industrialists.

YES! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DRAW A PERIMETER AROUND COMMODITIES AND CHARGE A FEE FOR ENTRY.

TEAR IT OPEN AND TAKE WHAT YOU NEED. THIS IS YOUR RIGHT AS ONE OF THE PEOPLE.

Steal money from the vending machine.

Buy some Jefa Red & Black Blend coffee.

The can makes a pleasant thunk as it lands.

It's no good thinking you want to buy it, you must have the sol.

Buy some Sturdy Pony cigarettes.

The packet makes a satisfying thunk as it hits the well.

No coin, no horse-themed nicotine.

Leave.

The piss-smell waves goodbye to your nostrils.

Look, everyone! It's the final form of greed: a robot that can't stop pissing itself.

It's just doing its job. I feel sorry for it.

NO, DO NOT FEEL PITY FOR IT. IT IS DUTIFULLY UPHOLDING THE WILL OF THE SCUM THAT RULES IT.

I have too much respect for the profit margins made by automated retail.

WHAT IS THERE TO RESPECT? THE AMOUNT THAT IT IS ABLE TO PISS ITSELF IN THIS SQUALID CORNER?

PROVE YOU ARE NOT LOST YET, COMRADE. TEAR OPEN THE MACHINE AND TAKE WHAT YOU NEED. THIS IS YOUR RIGHT AS ONE OF THE PEOPLE.

The poor thing's been abandoned. Left to pickle in the bitter piss of passing drunks.

No one would notice, or care, around here if you were to help yourself to its monetary takings.

The sour scent of urine surrounds the vending machine. Luckily, the beverages inside look fresh.