The last beer sits alone in an old vending machine. Silence surrounds it while it lay untouched for countless years until an old man's voice cleared the air.

The old one attempted to extract the beer from its metallic sanctuary but they lacked the ancient round keys to release it. Living in a cashless society, coins were made obsolete and were turned into washers. This made them too light to activate the inner workings of the machine and release the cold treasure inside.

I was finally free! Out I popped from my prison! The young boy placed me into the old man's dying hands.