A man walks down a street calmly, his cellphone in one hand and a bottle of Pepsi in the other. He stares at the glowing screen as he strolls down the sidewalk.

Until he trips on a rock underfoot.

He swings to the ground like a hammer, his hands flying out in front of him to catch himself. When he impacts, his phone screen is crushed as well as the bottle of Pepsi he held, the sugary liquid spread across the concrete. His eyes grow wide.

"Treason!" Astral voices cry as the Pepsi gods look on from their realm in horror, their voices heard in our plane as the man looks up.

"No!" He sobs, tears flowing from his eyes, "I'm sorry! It was an accide-" he doesn't finish his sentence as a blue bolt of spiritual fizz strikes him dead.

The Pepsi gods do not tolerate his sin.