I profoundly stared at the vending machine.
It was lit up.
How? What? Huh?
I went around it, looking at the power cable. I followed where the cable led. It wasn't plugged into anything. Freaky.
I came back to the machine and tapped the purchase window.
"INSUFFICIENT FUNDS FOR A SPECIAL CRUNCHY BAR" it spoke.
I contemplated accelerating myself, tipping the machine over, shattering the window and feasting on all the candy.
What would be the point of such though?
Being dead meant I couldn't taste a thing. Sigh.
"PLEASE DO NOT BLOCK THE VIEW OF THE PRODUCTS FOR OTHER POTENTIAL CUSTOMERS IF YOU DO NOT INTEND TO MAKE A PURCHASE." The mechanized voice of the vendor twittered.
I kicked the machine.
"VIOLENCE DETECTED. FILING CHARGES." The Vending machine noted.
"Oh, you know what! Just go ahead! Crap on my parade." I smacked the purchasing window.
"I AM CALLING THE POLICE. PLEASE REMAIN AT YOUR CURRENT LOCATION." The Vending machine spoke.
"The police? Haha" I laughed. "Good luck with that!"
"COME ON MISSER SNIPPS!" Captain yelled from behind. "DON'T FILL UP ON SUGARY SNACKS NOW, WE'LL HAVE A NICE DINNER LATER AND YOU SHAN'T ENJOY EET AS MUCH!"
"Buuuuuuuuut Capteeeeein. What if we can has a sugarey emergencey?" Pilot whined.
"VERY WELL THENS! CONSIDER US... STOCKED!" Captain boomed, slapping the dashboard storage compartment.
I looked back at the vending machine as we drove away. Its light winked out and its contents vanished amidst gaping darkness.
. . .
After enjoying a captivating view of a lightning storm in the valley below us, I returned to the car, leaving Captain and Pilot arguing about "THE SMELLEY-NESS QUALITIES OF MOON-CHEESE".
As I glanced at Captain's seat I noticed that the glove compartment bulged suspiciously outward, making a slight grinding noise. I poked at it, assuming that perhaps some kind of nasty rodent has decided to make it into a house.
The glove compartment exploded in a disarray of unexpected color. I looked closer. It was Skittles... the pile of Skittles grew as they poured and poured out of the glove compartment in an unending stream of bright colors.
I picked up one of the candies and stared at it in suspicion.
"Did you...?" I asked the limp figure of Engie in the trunk-seat. Engie remained silent and unmoving.
"Of course you didnt..." I harrumphed.
Captain and Pilot came over.
"Did you put...?" I started to inquire.
Captain opened up the car door. Skittles poured out of the car onto the broken, gray concrete, filling in the cracks.
"...Skittles in the glove compartment?" I finished.
With a crunchy noise Captain sat right onto the pile of Skittles and turned the key in the ignition. As I was about to continue my inquiry about the inexplicable appearances of Skittles, the storm had caught up to us with pouring rain. It must have been extremely acidic, because it melted the Skittle in my fingers in less than a second. The Skittle pile on the seat turned into a colorful rainbow-sludge. The pouring rain washed them away through the rust-holes in the floor of the car, as if they never were there to begin with.