[color=00a651][i]His beautiful face.[/i][/color]

The pavement had marred it. She would be kicking it in short order. But first, she was going to reach that truck - an objective that the strange angel with the guitar case had reinforced with her distraction. It wouldn't be much longer now. She just had to keep on whittling down these pizza bots with all the heart and Coca-Cola under the sun. 

[color=00a651][i]psssssssshPOP[/i]

[i]psssssssshPOP[/i]

[i]psssssssshPOP[/i][/color]

Four of the sodas she and Daisuke had collected flew towards the last phalanx of delivery drones; the truck was within her reach, and she knew that to stop now - to take injury - would be to fail Daisuke.

[color=00a651]"Olé."

[i]psssssssshPOP[/i][/color]

Soda sprayed before her eyes.

[color=00a651]"Olé Olé Olé."[/color]

Carbonation would buoy her to victory.

She was soda-mn pumped.