Dr P

Canada Dry

Pepsi max is the best

Neither... Mtn. dew

Who else read Star Wars on the title?...no? Okay

Beer. And lots of it. And some ass at the end of the beer. That would be great. Perfect, even. * Starts VOG with randoms freshly stoned* "BABE, get me a beer" Smashes templar with a surprisingly good lfg team, without a wipe, no less. On hard. Gets fate bringer. "BABE, beer me for sure. And bring the herb". *Waits to smoke until the Gorgons maze, because surely, someone won't understand how to pass it. And xX420headshotsXx does not disappoint* "Babe. Bring me two beers please. This -blam!-ing guy......" Half an hour later, Headshots finally decided to leave the fire team and re-join once were at the door of the Vault. Now I'm buzzed as hell and feeling sleepy, sloppy, and horny. After one wipe on Gatekeeper, and -blam!-ing three beers since the gorgons maze, I'm not even sure I can even hit Atheon, let alone carry the relic. But no one else in the group can handle it. I'm done. I want to crawl into my titties and go to sleep. But I decide on one last try. And I call the relic, because I know what must be done. I call relic, I start calling the shots. "Mars mother -blam!-er. Check your -blam!-ing radar." I'm not mean. I'm angry. I'm focused. These randoms understand. They want what I want. They want Atheon dead. They want the ship. The speeder. They want their -blam!-ing Vex and so do I. "Another Beer!" I scream. "You've had enough" she calls back. "Bring me a cigarette then!" We're close. Our one titan plants his bubble too close to the left wall on middle platform. Two go down. The room is spinning. People are dying all around me. I drop my Vision for the Breaker. Full mag. Six shots. Five seconds on the timer. I jump out of the bubble and nova bomb his ass. As soon as I land, I quick scope the shit out of the Vex king and land the rest of my mag hard scoping. 'Ol 420headshots audibly throws up into his mic. *Enraged* We flee, waiting until the last split second to move from middle platform. Two more die, and I'm absolute. I might throw up. And then it happens. He's dead. Atheon is finished. ' Another beer' I call. She doesn't answer. But the four of us dead do. They say the nova bomb killed him. They say I'm beyond legend. They say I'm a God amongst ants. They say I am the master of the Vault, of Atheon, and of time/space. I say 'Vex Mythoclasts for all', and we receive our gifts for our kill. And after our lengthy goodbyes, I take off my headset. Log out of the game. I shur down my Xbox and turn off my tv. I say goodnight to my wonderfilled world. I look up and there she is. Beer in hand, dressed to the nines, waiting to give me the most exotic raid reward of all time. Ass. Be chill my homies. And may your raid exploits end just like mine :)

Neither. Dr. Pepper, Son!

I prefer regular Coke over regular Pepsi. I prefer Diet Pepsi over Diet Coke.