Little did you know, you were actually in a gas station vending machine. You'd been shipped off and stocked inside of it, probably over a day or two. You'd been out for a long time.
There were still a few customers roaming the aisles, but it was almost closing time for the store. Oddly enough, you could hear the voices, but weren't able to tell what words they were saying. A minute or so passed, and then you heard the beeping sound of buttons being pressed on the machine. Your heart leaped up in your chest. What if you were picked?
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