Dean: Hey, man. What’s up?
Tod: Ah, first of all, I put a buck in the vending machine for a seventy-five-cent candy bar, and the thing got stuck here in the machine. Then, I pressed [Ah, man!] the change button, and nothing happened. [Wow!] Nothing came out. The dumb thing still owes me a quarter.
Dean: Well, did you talk to the man at the snack bar to see if he could refund your money?
Tod: Yeah, I tried that, but he said he didn’t own the machine, and I have to call the phone number on the machine.
Dean: What bummer.
Tod: Hey, I have an idea. [What?] Why don’t we rock the machine back and forth until the candy bar falls?
Dean: Nothing doing. I don’t want to be responsible for breaking the thing, and besides, someone might call the cops.
Tod: Ah, don’t worry. I’ve done it before.
Dean: Oh well. Hey, hey, tough luck. Hey, here, take my candy bar. [You mean?] Yeah, the machine and I hit it off earlier today.