Vending machine of doom!
John McLane has an unfriendly chat with the vending machine
A Die Hard Fan Fiction!
By X-Phile Tom. (Thomas Riley.)
"soda pop, soda pop i need a soda pop."
McLane puts 3 quarters into the machine.
"BZZZZ"
"Ok 2 soda pops."
He presses the Coke' cola button twice.
"BZZZZ"
nothing happens.
"C'mon you stupid machine."
"BZZZZ"
Still nothing.
"Damn hunk of junk."
He presses he return button.
"BZZZZ"
Nothing happens.
"Ok now im getting mad."
"BZZZZ"
Still nothing.
"You asked for this."
John kicks the machine twice.
"Owww my foot!"
"BZZZZ"
"So your a tough guy huh taking the money no coke no refunds hurting the guys foot, get a few laughs out of that do ya, well ill give ya a few laugh ya hunk of junk, ill get you for this, god dammit."
"BZZZZ"
The machine does nothing.
"Alright well you asked for this."
McLane pulls his gun and fires 12 bullets into the machine.
"how'd ya like that huh? Huh?"
"BZZZT, ZAP, BZZZZ"
The machine springs a leak and Coke' cola begins to pour out onto Johns shirt.
"O this another of your little jokes get me wet with a little sod'y pop well i aint scared of a little water from some punk ass vending machine!"
"BZZZT BZZZZ"
The machines lights fade and the noise stops.
"Dead now arent ya! Huh? Huh?"
The machines lights spring back on and 2 Colas come out the bottom.
"finally."
McLane picks up the sodas and looks at the machine.
"BZZZT"
" i got my soda!"
He begins to walk away.
"Yippi kai yai motha fucka!"
The end, well i no how John can rant so i thought why not have him rant at an innanimate object lol, review if u want but dont feel obligated to, just for a bit of fun!