25 Things Go Better with Coke

Chapter 25 THINGS GO BETTER WITH COKE Four hands grabbed Coke. In seconds, his arms were tied tightly behind his back. He was pushed roughly into a chair and his legs were bound together. He struggled, but it was no use. He felt his heart beating fast in his chest. How stupid it was to open that door, Coke told himself. He should have listened to his sister. "It's about time we met," said the gruff voice in the dark. "My name … is Evil Elvis." The light flicked on. There he was, just as Pep had described him—in a white jumpsuit, with a rubber Elvis mask on his face. He took a long swig from a half-empty bottle of Coca-Cola.

第二十五章有了可乐，一切都好起来了。 几秒钟后，他的手臂被紧紧地绑在背后。 他被粗暴地推到椅子上，两条腿被绑在一起。 他挣扎着，但无济于事。 他感到自己的心在胸腔里狂跳。 打开那扇门是多么愚蠢啊，科克对自己说。 他应该听他姐姐的话。 “我们该见面了。”黑暗中那个粗哑的声音说。 “我的名字……是邪恶的猫王。” 灯亮了。他就在那里，就像佩普描述的那样——穿着白色的连身衣，脸上戴着橡皮猫王面具。 他喝了半瓶可口可乐，痛饮了一大口。

"Help! Help!" Coke screamed. "Save your breath," Evil Elvis told him. "Nobody can hear you." The small room was empty, except for a wooden desk and a small trash can. Coke was being held from behind by the men who had tied him up. "You!" Coke sputtered. "You scared my sister to death at the Birthplace of Pepsi!" "Yes," said Evil Elvis, chuckling. "That was so much fun. And now it's your turn, Coke. Only this time, it will be more than just scaring. How fitting it is for me to kill you right here at the World of Coke. Everything that goes around comes around." "What's that supposed to mean?" Coke just about spat out the words. "Let him go, boys," said Evil Elvis. Coke turned around to see two guys dressed in security officer uniforms. They looked like real security guys except for one thing—they were wearing bowler hats.

“救命!救命!”可口可乐尖叫。 “省省吧，”邪恶的埃尔维斯告诉他。 “没人能听到你说话。”小房间空荡荡的，只有一张木桌和一个小垃圾桶。 科克被绑起来的人从后面拉着。 “你!”可口可乐气急败坏的说。“你在百事诞生地把我妹妹吓死了！”“是的，”邪恶的埃尔维斯笑着说。 “这太有趣了。现在轮到你了，可口可乐。 只是这一次，它将不仅仅是惊吓。 我在可乐世界杀了你再合适不过了。 善有善报。” “这是什么意思？”可口可乐几乎吐出了这句话。 “让他走，孩子们，”邪恶的埃尔维斯说。 可乐转过身来，看到两个穿着保安制服的人。 他们看起来就像真正的保安，除了一件事——他们戴着圆顶礼帽。

"The bowler dudes!" Coke hollered. "At your service," snickered the one with a mustache. "I thought you guys had changed," Coke said. "You told me you had stopped harming kids and now you were into jousting." The clean-shaven bowler dude snickered some more. "That's called lying," he said. "So now you two work for Evil Elvis?" "We work for whomever pays us," said the mustachioed bowler dude. "Whoever," said Evil Elvis. "It's whoever pays us, you idiot!" "Whatever." "How did you know I was going to come in here?" Coke asked. "Was it the GPS chip?" "That's how I knew you would come to Atlanta," said Evil Elvis. "Once you got here, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist opening a door that had a sign on it that specifically said not to open it. That's the way you are, Coke. You can't resist challenging authority. You

“那些打保龄球的家伙！”可口可乐大声喊道。 “听候您的差遣。”留胡子的那个窃笑着说。 “我以为你们已经变了，”可口可乐说。 “你告诉我你已经不再伤害孩子了，现在你又喜欢比武了。” 那个刮得干干净净的保龄球手又窃笑起来。 “这叫撒谎，”他说。 “现在你们俩为邪恶猫王工作了？”“谁给我们钱，我们就为谁工作，”那个留着大胡子的保龄球手说。 “不管是谁，”邪恶的埃尔维斯说。 “付钱给我们的人说了算，你这个白痴！”“不管”。 “你怎么知道我要到这里来？”可口可乐问道。 “是GPS芯片的问题吗？”“我就是这样知道你会来亚特兰大的，”邪恶的埃尔维斯说。 “一旦你来到这里，我知道你会忍不住打开一扇门，门上有一个明确的标志，上面写着不要打开。 你就是这样，可乐。 你无法抗拒挑战权威。 你

thought you'd find the secret formula to Coca-Cola in here. I know all about you. I'm in your head." Coke struggled against the ropes, but they were tight. He wished he had his backpack full of fireworks with him. "Why don't you take off that stupid mask?" Coke said. "Show me your real face." "You're not in a position to be telling anyone what to do," Evil Elvis correctly pointed out. He took a swig from his bottle, then put it down on the desk. Then he pulled a little cigarette lighter out of his pocket and flicked it. He stared into the flame, mesmerized. "Isn't fire beautiful?" Evil Elvis asked. "It sure is, boss," both bowler dudes replied, snickering. "I wasn't asking you morons!" Coke recalled that his sister had mentioned something about Evil Elvis being a pyromaniac. But he thought it would be best not to encourage him in that direction.

我以为你能在这里找到可口可乐的配方。 我知道你的一切。我在你的脑子里。” 可口可乐挣扎着挣脱绳子，但绳子很紧。 他希望背包里装满了烟花。 “你为什么不摘下那愚蠢的面具？”可口可乐表示。 “让我看看你的真面目。”“你没有资格告诉任何人该做什么，”邪恶的埃尔维斯正确地指出。 他从瓶子里喝了一大口，然后把它放在桌上。 然后，他从口袋里掏出一个小打火机，轻弹了一下。 他凝视着火焰，如痴如醉。 “火不是很美吗？”邪恶的埃尔维斯问道。 “当然是，老板。”两个玩保龄球的家伙都窃笑着回答。 “我没问你们这些白痴！”可口可乐回忆说，他的妹妹曾经提到过“邪恶的埃尔维斯”是一个纵火狂。 但他认为最好不要怂恿他往那个方向走。

"What's the deal with those ciphers you've been sending us?" Coke asked. "Go to the living room. Go to the pool room. What's that supposed to mean?" "Oh, never mind my little messages," said Evil Elvis. "They would have been important if you hadn't come here. But I've got you now. So you can forget about all those rooms. You'll never need them. You're never going to leave this room. Well, at least not alive." Evil Elvis tilted his head back and drained the last few ounces from the bottle. Then he held the lighter next to the edge of the bottle. The plastic started to smoke and melt. Coke looked up at the ceiling. There were no smoke detectors. "Isn't it interesting how fire can destroy, and also create," Evil Elvis continued. "If I heat this bottle to a certain temperature with this flame, it will melt. Then I could mold it into just about anything. A child's toy, a tool, even another bottle."

“你发给我们的那些密码是怎么回事？”可口可乐问道。 “到客厅去。去台球室。 这是什么意思？”“哦，不要介意我的小信息，”邪恶的埃尔维斯说。 “如果你没有来这里，它们就很重要了。 但我现在有你了。所以你可以忘掉那些房间。 你永远不需要它们。你永远别想离开这个房间。 好吧，至少不是活着。” 邪恶的埃尔维斯歪着头，从瓶子里喝光了最后几盎司。 然后他把打火机放在瓶子边上。 塑料开始冒烟并融化。 可乐抬头看着天花板。 没有烟雾探测器。 “火既能毁灭，又能创造，这不是很有趣吗？”邪恶的埃尔维斯继续说道。 “如果我用火焰把这个瓶子加热到一定的温度，它就会融化。 然后我就可以把它塑造成任何东西。 一个孩子的玩具，一个工具，甚至另一个瓶子。”

Evil Elvis was obviously crazy. Coke looked around desperately for a way out. There were two doors—the one he had entered, and another one behind Evil Elvis. "What are you going to do to me?" Coke asked, stalling for time. "Oh, I have big plans for you, young man," Evil Elvis said as he flicked off the lighter and tossed the melted bottle into the garbage. "In fact, you're going to save the earth." "Good one, boss!" snickered the bowler dudes, but Evil Elvis ignored them. "Coke," he said, "do you realize that Americans go through two and a half million plastic bottles every hour? What a terrible waste. Fortunately a lot of those bottles get melted down and recycled. They're often made into roads, playground equipment, plastic lawn chairs and tables—" "What does any of that have to do with me?" Coke shouted. "Why don't you leave me and my sister alone? What do you have against us? I

邪恶的埃尔维斯显然疯了。 可口可乐绝望地环顾四周，寻找出路。 有两扇门——一扇是他进去的，另一扇是在邪恶的埃尔维斯后面。 “你要对我做什么？”可口可乐问道，拖延着时间。 “哦，年轻人，我对你有个大计划，”邪恶的埃尔维斯说着，把打火机一弹，把融化的瓶子扔进了垃圾桶。 “事实上，你将拯救地球。” “好样的，老大！”那些打保龄球的家伙窃笑着说，但邪恶的埃尔维斯不理他们。 “可口可乐，”他说，“你知道美国人每小时要用掉250万个塑料瓶吗？ 真是太浪费了。幸运的是，很多瓶子被熔化并回收。 它们经常被制成道路、游乐场设备、塑料草坪椅和桌子——”“这些和我有什么关系？”可口可乐喊道。 “你为什么不让我和我妹妹单独相处呢？” 你对我们有什么意见？ 我