"I should have taken up cricket." But these trays will do. She smacks another bottle out of the air and blows a rogue curl of hair from her face. This would be much easier if there was an obvious way to turn the machine off, she could move on to tackling a more pressing problem, the annoying exit doors.

Peggy whacks another bottle and it hits the wall with a satisfying thud. At some point this thing has to run out of beverages.