Envy was very angry with his trip to Central. Stupid human, thinking he could kill a Homunculus! HAH! That wasn't even in the script. Why did Half-pint do it anyway? Oh well, that wasn't the point. After his extremely long climb back up the canyon, Envy went back to his trailer for the next scene.
"Wow, I'm hungry," he sighed as he approached the trailer. The people in charge of this messy scene had been kind enough to place some vending machines near the director's trailer. Envy had always wondered how the people in charge could keep them running without any electrical outlets. Right now however, he was much to hungry to wonder.
He walked up to the vending machine. "Ahh, Chips Ahoy! sounds good," mumbled the Homunculus. He inserted 75 cents and pressed A7, ready for his cookies. Nothing happened. "What..? No!" he screamed. He started to bang on the machine when a line of people started crowding around him. They all had pitchforks and torches at the ready, and their eyes all said they were ready to kill. "HURRY OR WE'LL HURT YOU!" one insisted. Others said similar things, as well as some obscene language that I cannot say.
Envy banged and banged on the machine, hitting it, kicking it, yelling at it. Heck, he even asked if it wanted a date! (Of course, it said no because only crazy people want to date a transvestite palm tree in a skort.) Nothing worked! The mob finally had enough of this and grabbed Envy. They took him away to New York and dropped him off the Empire State Building.
