Marco nodded, and held up his can of coke again. "Yeah, I've got a cleanser," he said with a shrug. "I know it's ranch flavored, but it can't be that bad. It's ranch."
He snickered at the idea of either Lennon or Scotty carrying Felix around. "Ground's not so bad out here as it is in there," he pointed out, nodding towards the woods. "I might take another turn. But you haven't gone yet," he looked to Lennon, "so I can hold off."
Felix's prizes dropped out once again, first with a bottle of deep red liquid labeled as Jones Extreme Sour Cherry Warhead Soda. The second was another plain can. This one held a small, plush keychain of the clap.
As Felix collected his prizes, the screen lit up unprompted, this time blue. In the font used for the Pepsi logo, new words scrolled in.
Felix You have reached your mystery prize daily limit.
The blue screen remained long enough for the message to be seen, before going dark and waiting for the next request.