I'm really craving a vanilla-bean scone.
First, when I realized that my precious*ahem* I mean, uh, priceless scone was stuck, I hit my head on the machine until I died. Then, the zombie me came up to the machine, still (somehow) craving that scone. The zombie me said,"Scone," in a monotone voice, and walked over to the machine. The zombie me om-nom-nomed on the machine until she found the scone. Then, she om-nom-nomed it while she looked for brains, causing the city to panic and explode, for some reason.