A story: (about winning stuff)
Once upon a time, in a galaxy where you reside at the moment, a boy took part in a Pepsi/Star Wars joint competition. He sent in about 5 to 10 text messages, with the correct answers to the conundrums offered to him through the medium of labels on Pepsi bottles. As he had not had any success with anything even remotely relating to luck in the past, he thought he\'d get nothing out of it, but he was deadly wrong...
There came a day when he received an envelope from the mail, inside a letter notifying that a package had arrived for him. Not remembering that he had ordered any japanese ball-crushing-fetish pornography recently, he made haste to the post office, carrying within mixed feelings of surprise, amazement and a grudge towards anyone responsible, for he was forced out to take in the Sun\'s deadly rays.
The package was sent by a company unknown to the boy, which only heightened his interest. Upon tearing open the package, his face lit up, eye bulged slighty out of their sockets and he went through a series of orgasms on several levels, mental and physical: he had finally won something!!! It was the second prize on the Pepsi/Star Wars compo! "You Won The Star Warz Vedio Game!", the leaflet shouted at him! But wait, there\'s yet more paper there, and something that doesn\'t quite fit the description of "A Vedio Game". The additional A4 exclaimed:
"Unfortunately this game has appeared on the cover CD of a Swedish games magazine during this competition, we feel obliged to award you with something more than just a copy of this super cool game (Star Wars : Episode I PC-RoMCDGamae), so there is a special prize inside your package!"
Lo and behold! A C-3PO head! That records sounds! The heavens tore open and hundreds of angels prepared to descend upon the site for this most extraordinary event, but decided to stay in their ethereal realm, as the boy got pretty pissed off realizing that he had actually been sent A DEMO of the game mentioned in all the prize lists. How clever of those bastards!
Still the C-3PO head was a hoot: you could record your voice and play it forward and backward and get a weird robot\'y effect to it. Also using certain button combinations caused the speech to get really screwed up, much to everyone\'s delight. Then it ran out of batteries. A new set of batteries would\'ve cost about $15 so C-3PO died a silent death, no more maniacal cackling emanating from his plastic noggin.
