'Meow.' Lounging atop one of Dolly's fluffy clones, Miss.Christine flicks her tail and tosses out an idea she thinks might be fun. Dolly immediately agrees. 'If it can bring a little hope to those poor souls, count me in!' Then he adds slowly, 'Just don't go making them cry. If Adele ever drinks one of those legendary 'wish-granting sodas', I want her dream to be a happy one.' 'Ho! Something for your little vending machine game, is it? Well, then I'll bring out my newest invention, the Big Ugly Mk. II! Everyone's bound to love it! Hahahaha!' Miss.Christine closes her eyes and flicks her twin tails, as if she could swat away High Priest's noisy voice. 'Just us this time? Not calling anyone else, like those—' 'Meow!' 'I got it, hahaha! You still got beef with those wolves for stepping on your tail when they got into that fight centuries ago, then? They ain't invited? I'm just glad I could save my limited-edition record when that all went down.' 'Mee-ow!' 'A'ight, a'ight, I'll never speak of it again, my good lady. How 'bout I send you some 'trinkets' to make up for it, as a fun surprise?' 'Meow~' A few days later. A man who has lost all hope in life staggers through a dark alley at midnight. He stumbles on a bottle, then another, and another, until he finally notices a black vending machine that has appeared in the corner. He drinks the soda that drops out (which, oddly, is not one of the soft drinks listed on the machine), and sees visions he never dreamed possible: countless golden phantoms and pink fluffballs bouncing around him, and an invitation to climb into a strange mech. The machine lifts into the air, and outside the cockpit a curious Liberi hums along to a pulsing rhythm... When they finally land back on solid ground, he suddenly sees a red-haired Sankta rushing toward him with a few others, cheering as they whip out party poppers and apple pies from who-knows-where. 'Boss sent us to deliver these. Please sign here. It's party time!' Miss.Christine lounges on top of the vending machine, flicking away the mech's exhaust with her twin tails. As she watches 'joy' and 'happiness' well up inside him, she purrs in satisfaction at her little game. 'Meow!'