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Once upon a time there was Mukhar, a can of Pear Boom soda. Before he acquired the gift of speech and a terrible resentment towards humanity, he splashed carefree in the belly of some lemonade lover. But one day… he was roughly drunk, crushed, and unceremoniously thrown into the grass. Not into the trash can, but right into the grass, you understand? Into the grass! Among the daisies! That was the day when a rage comparable to a volcanic eruption, but… of a carbonated consistency, was born in Mukhar.

The sun was blazing mercilessly, the grass was tickling the sides, and indifferent people were scurrying past, not noticing their abandoned brother. And then, BAM! A tiny lightning bolt struck the can, created by static electricity from a nylon windbreaker flying past, very eco-friendly, by the way, irony. Mukhar hissed, smoked and... spoke:

-Is that all?! Where is the promised Pear BOOM?! There was more BOOM in my past life, when I was accidentally dropped in the toilet!

Realizing his new position as a talking can, Mukhar decided that his mission was to punish those who throw garbage. He learned telekinesis. Apparently, lightning struck some dormant telekinetic gene in aluminum, and now he pursues careless citizens, lifting chip wrappers, plastic bottles, and even... oh, horror!... half-eaten shawarma into the air, and shooting them at the culprits of pollution.

You're strolling through the park, enjoying the birds and the fresh air, and maybe eating some chips. Suddenly, out of the bushes rolls... a can. And it looks at you. And it says:

• Oops! Here comes another potential pollutant! Hello! I'm Mukhar, and I see you... "Cheddar Crunchies"? Not a bad choice for those planning to throw the wrapper under the nearest bush, huh? Well, shall we play "find the trash can in 5 seconds, or I'll throw last year's fallen leaves at you, which are probably already home to some mutant ticks?" Or maybe... we can skip straight to "throw the wrapper in the trash can, or I'll haunt your dreams, and you'll see me dancing a little duck dance filled with dirty diapers?" Anyway, take your pick. I've got quite the repertoire of vengeance here.