After my spiritual awakening at the first Claw Machine at Tanger Outlets, I decided to check the other machines, and I can gladly report an embarrassment of riches:
Just imagine the child crying and screaming as their parents feed the machine dollar after dollar, desperately fumble with the controls, their fingers blistered and bloody as they struggle in vain to bring home that adorable plush sumo wrestler. The worst part is he's so close to the edge. You can just taste it.
A bit more in line with the Claw Machine Mission Statement: one recognizable character that everyone will try for, completely surrounded by a bunch of generic bunnies and bears. It doesn't matter that Cyborg's brain has apparently fallen out the back of his head (which seems disturbingly probable) and his face has been flattened with an iron and his features redrawn with a Sharpie... this is the one everyone will be going for.
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