[William siiighs. He puts down the blankets and tries and fails to open the bottle with his hands. For a time, he fiddles with the lid; William may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knows his basic mechanics-- wood and iron, glass and steel. He eventually gets it by propping the lid against the corner of a nearby desk, and then yelping when the carbonation causes the soda to burst forth and froth.] Bloody Hell, Archie, what is this thing?
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