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 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 comes a mini-halloween celebration, with very slightly spooky things, like a zombie who wants to lick you gently and a small werepoodle.

I insert a magical ward designed to keep dancing Mariah Careys away.
 
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