||Someone saved the worst for last. Generic bleah.
||...right down the trap. At the end, she was broken. For the rest of her life, she would never drink another dr. soda. Because she was in prison for murdering her father.
||? I hardly know her!
||Not the way to end. Man that's near (illegible).
||Smells like my job at Dreamworks
||Screw it. I haven't tasted a soda for the last 40 sodas.
||My nose stopped working 10 minutes ago.
||Reddy browny blacky boo
||Long-awaited. Oh, and creamy. Wait! This is the last one? Dammit! Oh it is! Yay!
||Open-source soda, if you know what I mean- soda by committee.