It's amazing how many Coke cans can develop in one place if left unattended to. Sure he could throw them away, hell he could get them together and turn them in for some cash if he really wanted to, but that required much too much work. Besides, they've become a part of the scenery these days and things would just feel a little empty without them.
It occurs to him that, if Coke had feelings, it would be jealous of the beer cans. They've started moving in on the Coke's territory and he knows that if something doesn't happen soon, then he's going to come back one day and hundreds of fallen cans would be waiting for him. Of course they could also form an alliance as well, possibly plot against him and then somehow kill him in their sleep.
Kamikaze Coke cans, dying for what they believe in.
He's decided to try and find a use for them, stacking them up in various places around the living room like some modern art picture he'd seen in a magazine once, or maybe it was just an alley. Art runs rampant in this city, so he can't ever be sure anymore.
Taking careful aim, he grins broadly as the can he threw flies through the air and makes direct contact, the little tower crumbling to the ground.
Oh sweet victory.