David gazes upon the pristine dollar bill, tilting his head; ever so slightly, in confusion. He then averts his attention to his limp version. Quickly returning his sights to the brand new bill, then back to the old one. This process repeats for several moments, before the exquisitely dressed man with fantastic hair, interrupts by interjecting with his words...


"Oh holy shiza! I'm giving you the dollar."


"You are?"


"Yes."


"Why?"


"Cause it appears you have issues... with obtaining something from the vending machine."


"Oh, I couldn't possibly accept that."


"Why not?!?!"


"Because you're a stranger and I don't take things from strangers."