Fourteen years on this island with nothing to keep you company but fourteen faded crates of some off-brand soda pop. The sun beating down and the salt air chapping your lips. One sugary sip would make all the difference, but the glass soda bottles had ludicrously resisted every effort made to spill their contents. Whoever engineered them was a monster.
These days, all you can do is dream of a better time, when you'd once had the one tool that could make your lonely existence bearable: a handsome blue ManyChat Bottle Opener.