The fight of thy carbon.

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I grabbed his chest and threw him in the air then jumping above him and spin kicking him to the ground.
Ribs cracked and pepsi dripped out of his mouth, a blow noone could have taken without consequences hit him.
Suddenly he pulled out a new can of pepsi and drank it in one go,
launching him up so that he stood strait up and looked me straight in the eyes while he cherished the empty can in his hand.

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