- in my school, there are (if i can count) 5 vending machines. i am in love with one.

- i call him old vendy, and he is mine. well not really. he sits along side the snack vending machine and the ultra spiffy new drink vending machine. all he wants is to sell you water, or possibly juice, perhaps even a carbonated beverage. all you have to do is feed him his fuel of life and tell him what you desire.

- and you know what he does then?

- he yells (well - he kind of just puts it up in capital electronatized [ electronawhat? ] letters) VEND!

- and then you get your beverage. have fun.