Wilma lives in the sweetest palace in the land...a diet pepsi bottle. She swims and feast upon the dietness all day and night. Sometimes her fingers get all pruney though. Anyways, every night she'd pray the Cap gods. " Ohhh dear cap gods send me a sexy beast that I can have clean my diet pepsi pool and wear a speedo." Finally one night a reverberating BAMMMMMMMMMMM bleats through the bottle!!! A man is there and she is overcome by joy. Soon she's dissapointed to realize that it's only Emeril taking her pepsi up a notch. She cries out in dispair, "ohhh if only he could take me up a notch!" The End.