Just got a really really shitty prize out of a gatchapon machine at one of my local grocery superstores
It was a whole ass 4 quarters for the most disappointing dinky little piece of shit unicorn cupcake pencil topper
And I had a whole elaborate power fantasy in my head on the way home about how there needs to be some kind of vigilante gang of ragtag dingusi to help prevent such injustices and strike fear into the hearts of corporations, but like lazer focused specifically in regards to what they stock in their gatchapon machines
I should be able to tag the "gatchapon gang" on social media and have them decend upon these stores like the scene in ratatouille with the rats in the pantry
I don't know how they would fix it, if they would crack it open and replace the prizes with something cooler or just take the whole machines out a la "you lost your gatchapon privileges" but I thought about it until I got home
At which point I laughed at myself because wtf am I on about