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>Jiggle the barrel a bit. Maybe you can guess what's in it from the sound.
Before moving onto other places of interest, you attempt to give the barrel a jiggle. It's quite difficult for a girl of your stature, given that you're a literal child and you could very well end up vending-machine style murdered, but you manage to give it a jostle without crushing yourself senseless.
Surprisingly, it doesn't sound like there's any liquid inside. Instead you hear a CLA-CLANG CLA-CLANG like something small and hard is banging around inside the drum. Though it's hard to tell, it sounds like it might be made of metal?
>Examine power panel closer.
You take a closer look at the panel. Hm.
The panel appears to be hanging on one screw that is somewhat loose, but the other three are still present in the plastic rectangle holding the buttons. Inside you see a mess of wires going every which way, though none appear to be broken or frayed. Instead, there looks to be two wires with odd rectangular plugs on their ends. They seem to lock together at their ends, but a big circular piece seems to be missing.
>Hotwire the switch!
You're not sure that you would be able to do that particularly well, even if these wires seemed like the kind that COULD be hotwired, which unfortunately they're not. Regardless, you are admittedly freaked out over the idea of becoming a fried little whisker girl.
>While we’re inspecting the panel, we might as well *try* lifting up the slats.
Even if the slats were loose, the sheer weight of the door would be too much for a girl your size. You refer back to the image of vending-machine death mentioned earlier, but with a marie-antionette flavor added to it. You suppose if you really needed to check for an implant, decapitation is a viable method.
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