"Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends.
In they come, in such a hurry. Do they want my bottles that much? I frantically pull them from the shelf, one after the other. Holding them out to each and every friend. Each and every bottle. But every time I let one go, it shatters against the tile between my feet."

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in shards, all over the floor.

-DDLC