Now, assuming you paid attention to anything other than the actress and her shapely behind, let's take a closer look at the way Coke Zero ostensibly works when you glug a bottle down like a thirsty piglet (as demonstrated by 'our hero' above).
Apart from making the synapses in your brain fire dangerously, it appears that every time the familiar 'pffff' sound of an opening bottle is heard, several helicopter-loads of suited and booted special forces agents crash into your life with some of the most bizarrely context-specific weaponry ever constructed. I mean, who designs the dog-mask rifle? Is there one for every breed and size of dog? Surely a dog in a gimp mask is a definite sign that something weird is going on anyway.
As supposedly useful as the Coke Zero commandos have been in this scenario, they'd soon become a nuisance. Open an ice-cold can while you're enjoying a home cooked Sunday lunch with the parents and you'll find yourself with a face full of glass and your mum's garden blown to shit.
Anyway, seems to me that 'Daddy' should be far more concerned about the freshly broken window and multiple explosions occurring outside, rather than some prick rogering his daughter. And what kind of psychotic father is this? One that leers creepily like a sex pest through the peep-hole, pounding on the door angrily within ten seconds of arriving. If anyone should have been saved, it should of been the girl...
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