Merlin's Penalty
Merlin dangled above the pool of soda.
His body bound the chains which the King of Heroes preferred when not launching blades from the Gates of Babylon as though they were arrows and bullets.
Before him three Gilgameshes and one Mordred were observing his predicament.
Three of them smiling in amusement, and one sighing apologetically.
The adult Caster and Archer variants were finding endless amusement in the Magus of Flowers' predicament, as was Mordred who often found herself not caring for Merlin as times had transpired—and not unlike the rest, Merlin made a habit of testing her patience times-and-time again—thus she was all too happy to see him squirm a little for once.
Knowing Merlin's proclivity for irking others, it would not be a stretch to claim he deserved it. It was a safe bet.
He was, after all, as much of a factor in the disaster which was the Knight of Treachery's life as Morgan le Fay.
"Rejoice, Merlin!" The Caster variant laughed. "You shall savor this cola to your heart's content!"
"C-Can't we talk this over?!" Merlin flailed around in the chains. "I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding!"
"This is non-negotiable, I fear." Caster Gil answered.
Merlin looked to Mordred. Sobbing.
Merlin merely popped open a soda can and toasted to him. "To Merlin, for once providing me with actual entertainment."
The two Gils joined her. The youngest was chuckling.
"This isn't funny!"
Citation: Inspired by 'Don't play with Food' fan-comic.