(EDIT: Ninja'd. Original for Vint: The vending machine thinks you're courting it and pounces you, maddened by the power of love.) Out comes a thousand angry golf balls. They are all members of a gang known as The Golf Club. *inserts a live horse*
The Vending machine falls madly for you, but knows that his love is unrequited, as your jacket is a clear indicator that you must be straight. The Vending machine now eats ice cream to mend his mental wounds. *inserts a stolen beard*