pepsiman-return

[pepsiman-return]

-I dedicated my life to saving and caring for the people... And this is what they choose to do?, they waste their days debating over the most inconsequential tiny aspects of their lives while the real danger is out there consuming people left and right as I try to stop it, then, I come home to find that there is no longer a home for me to stay... that I am no longer welcomed, that I've been forgotten and replaced.

-You were gone for years, DECADES, yes they moved on, they had to. They weren't expecting you to get back, much less get mad, it's not fair!

-No, it's not fair... so long Arnold.

Pepsiman pulls down a lever on a machine that puts two syringes hooked up to cans of red pepsi into Arnold's neck and injects him with them. Arnold starts shaking violently.

-Machine, when he's done throw him out back, I don't want his stink in here.

-Yes master.

Pepsiman leaves.

[pepsiman-return]