They were really old and stale and for some reason when hit with the combination soda and frozen beverages overflowing from the machines they ballooned to six times their normal size. Setting the foutains to overload was our only hope of escape from the Mini-Stop. It had been wrapped in industrial Saran Wrap by a 80's video game character (who will remain nameless due to pending legal action but it rhymes with Crack-Fan) seeking retribution for what he feels are unjust accusations made previously by SALDANATION. We (me and Mithcell the clerk) floated up beyond the ceiling tiles and then crawled out a ventilation hatch.
Crack-Fan, SALDANATION has rights garaunteed by the constitution. If you don't have the bits to face your resposibilities than I pity you. And stop leaving flaming bags of dog poop in front of my apartment building. Nobody falls for it and I'm seldom home.