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The 2-liter Pepsi bottle blew out the candles and headed into its sleeping chambers. A light breeze made the diaphanous curtains dance in the streaming moonlight. The 2-liter Pepsi bottle removed its robe and climbed into bed, satisfied and content, unaware that hidden deep in the shadows, a noble warrior didn't move, hardly breathed, waiting for the perfect moment to avenge his master's death. Night had fallen. Death would come soon. (Thanks for the tip, werttrew.)
