"What are you doing?!" Pete hisses reaching up and yanking the chips out again. The replicators continue dispensing their rainbow-coloured spheres.

"You can't just dick around with this shit. That's how I got in this mess to begin with!" He remarks, in the same hushed tones. He then gestures to the paper he's holding. "That goes there, and that goes there." Isolinear chips are slotted in; the same ones Tony tried.

There's a distorted bleep, and now there's Hershey Kisses being generated.

...At least they're wrapped?