Out goes Meta again, with nothing, as the vending machine rodents ate his clothes, and the machine vending fleas made him lose his fur

In goes the supposed fashion of the 2020s, a copy of Blade Runner (1982) which is set in 2019
 
Out comes KORAAAAK-KAAK, KORAAAAK-KAAK. KORAAAK-KAAAK. CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH
...crap.

I insert another blank disk, maybe this one will not be faulty?
 
Out comes a PSA paid for by the Council of Funding Nations. "This is your brain on alien entertainment". 🍳

I insert some HIDDEN MOVEMENT.
(clink clank clink clank clink clank pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat PUJUM! UURGH!)
 
Out comes assay test results: 32% gold! What a crap value coin!

I insert a pithy ranty pamphlet, encouraging a mob of angry citizens to fall upon the royal mint.
 
Out pops a tub of spearmint gum, by appointment to His Majesty, The King! I think the mob got the wrong idea!

Inserts a teeny, tiny pumpkin.
 
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