Yes, yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. [ Kim rubs at the back of his head, sighing. No doubt it will bruise and he'll forget about it entirely until he's in the shower and ready to give his scalp a good scrub. Through his undercut, hairs shorn fine and close to the scalp, a red mark is already forming -- no blood, though, which he considers to be the important bit. ]

And impressive though it may be, it's not very effective. An umbrella would better suit our purposes. [ Or just a larger bucket. He twists round to look at her. ] We need to calm them down, somehow. Or maybe... block off the coin slots? Even some duct tape may slow it down, and that way, we can -- Duck!

[ On cue, the UFO machine spits another coin out at them, this time clearly aiming for their heads. These machines really aren't playing around. ]