Yeah, that's right. Vendo-land exists outside of the imagination.. and it exists in a little place I like to call...
The Fine Arts Underground
Vendoland is a quaint little area with tables and chairs, a pungent smell, a ping pong table, and, of course, vending machines galore. Bradley and John took me to this lovely place to play some ping pong, where I learned a bit about backspins and other such things of importance. Though it was a semi-close game, Bradley beat me. But it was totally worth it to finally witness Vendo-land and the magical things that exist in this secret room. Yay Vendoland!!
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