I’m at the office, extracting coffee from the blue light Star Trek Keurig rig. One of the secretaries comes in and starts fussing with the refrigerator. She excavates for a bit, and retrieves a bottle of Pepsi.
Martina: I left this here over the weekend. I bet it’s flat.
Martina: (opening the bottle) It sounds flat. I hate flat soda.
Martina: Guess I should try it. It’s probably flat.
Martina: (tries it) Oh, yuk. It’s flat all right. Ech. Flat as a doorknob.