nothing comes out. you hear somebody enjoying that chocolate coin. You scream out in rage and a voice cries out. Out comes a half eaten chocolate coin.
You get a mysterious, leather-bound book with gold leaf. On closer inspection, it appears to be nothing more than an incredibly well-bound copy of My Immortal. Inside the front cover is a receipt for $13.39 spent from your credit card on Amazon.com.
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind