O Holy One, Pepsiman, who blesses our teeth with holes shaped in your great symbol’s image.
Grant us the strength to drive these CokeCrusaders from our lands, led by the dastardly KredeSeraf.
May our rivers once again flow ripe with the chemical by-products of your majestic factories.
Dulcis. Immutabilis. Pepsi.
Hey Beelzebob, sorry I’m late! Have applications for your party closed yet?