[ WP ] Doctor Pepper must help a Coke addict overcome his affliction .

Harold Shaw walked confidently into Dr. Pepper's office. This was his last therapy session at Carbonated Springs Rehabilitation Center, and he was a very different man than the one who had stumbled across the doorstep three months earlier. That Harold had been grossly obese, diabetic, and rambling nonsense about `` tanks in the Fulda Gap''. 
 
 The new Harold was fit, trim, possessed a sharp mind, and was actually a bit more handsome. It was all thanks to the good Doctor's `` Miracle Fizzy Tonic'', a wonderful concoction that started Harold on the road to recovery. 
 
 Harold sat down on Dr. Pepper's couch. Dr. Pepper was sitting in his usual plush cherry-red armchair, wearing his usual white seersucker suit. He stroked his wispy beard and offered Harold a can of his Fizzy Tonic. 
 
 `` Thanks, Doc!'' Harold exclaimed. He quickly downed the delicious drink. Harold felt as if his tongue was celebrating the Fourth of July. 
 
 `` Gee, Doc, it feels as if my tongue is celebrating the Fourth of July! This Fizzy Tonic sure is tasty!'' 
 
 Dr. Pepper smiled and said, `` It sure is! I'm very pleased in your progress. You've become a changed man. I remember your first shock therapy sessions with New Coke...'' Harold's body gave an involuntary shudder ``... and your withdrawal therapy to Diet Coke, then to Coke Zero, then finally to my patented Miracle Fizzy Tonic. Here, have another.'' 
 
 Harold gratefully took the offered can and chugged it down. Dr. Pepper continued: 
 
 `` There is one last test before you, Harold. One test to prove that you are truly cured. Are you ready?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know, Doc. I may need another can of Fizzy Tonic. You know, to shore up my courage.'' 
 
 Dr. Pepper gave Harold another can and smiled as it was emptied as fast as the others. Harold belched and said, `` Okay, I'm ready.'' 
 
 Dr. Pepper withdrew a can of Coca Cola from his suit pocket and placed it on the table. Harold stared at it. He could imagine the sweet delight of the soda's sugary goodness, its playful bubbles beckoning him. Harold started to sweat. He could hear the crisp pop of the can opening. He could see the sensual dark caramel color inviting him into Coke's sweet embrace. Harold's hands started shaking. He could see a vision of [ mounted ICBMs rolling past Red Square with thousands of proletarians cheering in the background. ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/41sazt/wp_two_famous_archenemies_have_one_final_talk/cz4tqur ) With a titanic effort, Harold gave a cry and swatted the can across the room. 
 
 Dr. Pepper wore a triumphant grin. His patient was free of the evils of Coca Cola; he was cured. Harold looked at his doctor expectantly. 
 
 `` Well done, Harold.'' Dr. Pepper rewarded Harold with another can of Fizzy Tonic. `` The first stage of your journey is complete.'' Harold looked at Dr. Pepper with questioning eyes. `` The next stage is about to begin. Harold, did you know that there are still some people in the world that do n't know about about my patented Miracle Fizzy Tonic?'' Harold gasped. 
 
 `` Yes, Harold, it is a shame that those people do n't know the healing wonders of my drink. But you can help them, Harold; you must help them.'' Harold nodded. 
 
 `` You must go out there, Harold, and introduce the people to my patented Miracle Fizzy Tonic. They may resist at first, but you must force them to like it. It will be for their own good.'' 
 
 Harold suddenly rose and strode across the room. He picked up the discarded can of Coke. `` They will drink it, or they will die!'' He crushed the can, sending its vile contents spraying across the room. 
 
 Dr. Pepper gave a benevolent grin. `` Good, good! Now, go forth, my disciple, and spread the good news! [ Always One of a Kind! ] ( https: //www.drpepper.com/en )''
