The final product of the rage that brought you to deface PepsiCo property with a can of spraypaint is the word “Pepsi”. If you were caught in the act by a single Pepsi Refreshsentative you’d be sent to Pepsi Max security prison to rot, and yet that’s all you could manage writing. Every ounce of pent up anger from your years as a citizen of Pepsi City went into this single act of defiance, and “Pepsi” was all you could muster.

This isn’t right. That’s not what you wanted to say at all. That’s not what you were writing, but there it is on the wall in front of you. You try to scrawl your dissatisfaction on another wall, and it’s the same thing again. “Pepsi”. You frantically run to the mass of citizens waiting for Pepsiman to arrive and refill the city’s Pepsi supply. It doesn’t matter what punishment is waiting for you, you need to let it all out and tell everyone just how sick and fucking tired you are of living here. Maybe someone will relate, maybe everyone will and they’re all just too scared. Yeah, that might be it. Everyone knows this is bullshit, they’re just living in fear and waiting for someone else to say it before they join in. It has to be. You have to give it a shot while you still have the nerve.

You cup your hands around your mouth and scream: “PEPSI for TV-GAME.”