Pepsi heads out for his evening walk. This time he is smiling. He stops and looks over towards his fellow mafiosos standing around talking amongst one another. It suddenly got quiet. Pepsi decided to talk about his dream and his obsession with the beverage Pepsi. 

It was a hot summer evening and Pepsi was near death. He got the call in the middle of the night. "The caller stated we found a match."  He hung up and made numerous calls. His suitcase was packed for this special moment. While in commute to the hospital he nervously smoked his brains out. He had all his paperwork in order in the event he did not see daylight. 

The Asian Flu was hitting the streets hard. People were dying. It was advisable friends and family drop me off at the hospital like I was some sort of package being delivered. As understandable as that was it was a tough pill to swallow for everyone, including myself. 

One more cigarette before walking through those revolving doors. All the while thinking his fate lies in their hands. He turned to his family and said, "Go home. They kept me alive this long. I am a fighter."  All but one left me. 

From the early morning hour to the early evening hour, I was put through a series of tests. Twelve long hours until the moment finally arrived, I would receive my new organ. The room they took me into was cold and well lit up. There had to be at least a dozen people around me.

The last thing I remember was praying. 

When Pepsi awoke there was a smile on his face, and he felt something he never felt before. He felt Angelic.  

In and out of a drug induced sleep, he can't shake that angelic feeling he had. After a day in ICU, he had a taste for a Pepsi. Puzzled why he had a hankering for a beverage he disliked so much since early childhood he requested a Pepsi. The nurse giggled. "You cannot have anything to eat or drink just yet. Besides we only have ginger ale."  

Pepsi tries the ginger ale the next day and spits it out. "Someone please get me a bottle of Pepsi!"  Thinking to himself what is with his strong desire to have a Pepsi. Then the answer hit him. His donor may have liked Pepsi. 

Tony strolls in and starts making a commotion.

Hey boss! I was gonna get a pepsi for ya but a RAT got in the way and after I stepped on it I knew I had to give it a proper burial. At any rate, the vending machine outside had this luxurious cola dubbed "Royal Crown."

Tony hands over the bottle and smiles like The Pope at a Bar Mitzvah while he eagerly awaits a reaction

After reading a lengthy and detailed TIME magazine article about the Pepsi company, Bacon started to seriously contemplate switching his preference of soda-pop from Coca-Cola to Pepsi.

Bricktop was seemingly fascinated with the story of Pepsi's origins, values, and mission statement. The magazine article had also mentioned a local resident as a major distributor of the beverage in the region operated under the name Pepsi-Cola.

Bacon began to wonder if he could score some under-the-table Pepsi for himself and the gang back at headquarters in Corktown.

An idea started to formulate quickly develop after that.

Coke is a lot better, pepsi tastes like shit. Plus they put cocaine in coke haha