Vending Machine*

You get a small island that looks like a boat. That is listing to starboard.

I insert a comphy blanket.
 
You get a destroyed Earth.

I insert the idea of a world currency based on plutonium or uranium.
 
You receive an old, philosophical woman, who tells you to enjoy the pleasantness of small conversations, and to see the little things you do to brighten others' days not to be a waste of time, but rather one of the very reasons why life itself is worth living.

I insert a quarter.
 
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