He stands there, nervous. He feels the sweat condensating on his skin; he knows what is going to happen. He knows it has happened today already once, twice, thrice times. He can feel the blunt metal against his skull and tries not to imagine what is going to happen, what is about to happen. He has seen the empty husks of the fellows with whom he was once encaged and he has deduced what is to come. He knows there is nothing to be done which can stop this, but he knows he wants it to stop at all costs. He wonders if his Creator meant this to happen and he thinks this is not what his Creator means to happen. He feels and thinks all of this, waiting for the end.

It comes quickly. Suddenly, he feels himself enveloped, firmly rendered immobile. The instrument which lay idle at his head then lurches to use, and he feels what amounted to a galaxy-sized hammer coming down. His body loses a hermetic seal, he screams and then he knows nothing.

(SPOILER)He was a Coke can.