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My life is complete. I have lived to see the day when the world would finally come to know an energy drink emblazoned with Steven Seagal's head. I cannot express to you what I feel inside as I look at his stern and manly, yet spiritual expression as he stares into my soul from off of the aluminum. It is a mixture of elation and regret.
I regret that I shall never attain the lofty nirvana which this face represents to me. Indeed, looking into the stern face of this god man (Mod, if you will), may be as close as I shall ever come.
But I am elated. Elated because my culinary career could never have been complete without tasting something which was "asian experience" flavored. I may not know what that means, but soon I shall, for lo! A six-pack is only twelve dollars.