Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or the concept of Diet Coke and Mentos; I encourage you all to try it.
A/N Hola mis amigos! Welcome to day 53! No matter how much I swear it's an accident you'll never believe that Aaron and Jenkins were pure coincidence when they were named. Apparently a majority is convinced that it was deliberate that they have the same first letter of their names as Adam and Jamie. Anyway… we're going to try something amusing and conventional today. So welcome back Aaron and Jenkins!
Aaron pulled his pack of mints looking over at Jenkins, "want one?"
"Pass, not a good idea, besides you remember what happened with that guy who swallowed one with a mouthful of soda," Jenkins replied laughing and leaning back in his chair.
"Yeah well it was his own fault," Aaron shrugged popping one in his mouth and crunching it. When he finished swallowing he picked up some papers. "Did we get the new equipment we needed?"
Jenkins shook his head, "nah, the Boss said he wanted to 'field test' new equipment."
Aaron groaned, "urg, well that ends that thought."
"Agreed, so what're we gonna do?" Jenkins asked.
"Us? We're gonna get it of course," Aaron smirked.
A few minutes later the pair was situated behind a bookshelf, watching Hojo chugging his way through bottle after bottle of soda. The pair waited until Hojo turned away, Jenkins dashed out and put the whole of the mints into the newly opened bottle of soda. He sprinted back to cover of the bookshelf, preparing to watch the show unfold.
Hojo grabbed the bottle as the reaction was starting; the spray of soda hit him full in the face as he reeled back in his swivel chair. He started spinning around clutching his eyes yelling, "Jenova! Help me! Help me Jenny! Help me!"
Aaron and Jenkins laughed, "whose Jenny?" Aaron asked.
"Don't know, don't care," Jenkins choked clutching his ribs.
Hojo stood up and ran a few feet before tripping and sliding into a precariously balanced Jacob's Ladder device. The tower swayed for a moment before falling over, an arc of electricity passing through Hojo causing him to jerk violently. It wasn't the voltage that was causing his heart to spasm, it was the ampere, and the tower was putting out 60,000 volts but only 5 amps. Less then one amp was fatal, and Hojo was getting about twelve times that dosage. His slack body fell backwards and hit the ground with a dull thud, and it left a smell of barbecue in the air.
Aaron and Jenkins pulled out a pair of rubber gloves each and looked at him carefully, "one things for sure I don't think we're winning any blue ribbons for our new rack of ribs." Aaron commented poking at Hojo's body to feel for a heartbeat.
"Yeah besides we forgot to put any rub on him before he got fried," Jenkins laughed.
