[ WP ] You have won a trip to visit the factory of [ any real life company ] . It is literally as magical as Willy Wonka 's Chocolate Factory .

I choose the Coca~Cola factory in Atlanta. Stepping inside I am promptly hugged, handed a Coke, and told that I am loved ( later I would find out that this is the way all Coke factory employees must greet one another ). I am taken through the main doors and enter a room filled with masterful machinery, humming away. We spend probably 20 minutes walking through endless isles in a room whose size would put any Sam's Club to shame. Then, just when I think that it could n't get any cooler, they open a secret passage by some hidden lever and tell me that I am to see the real Coka~Cola; this has all been a cleverly crafted facade. We step into a small room of polished aluminum. It's immaculate, not a scratch or dent to be found, but, out of nowhere, a secret button is pressed and we shoot down into a coco forest. The air is sticky, sweaty even, and rain drips down from hidden sprinklers. Slowly, an indigenous people emerge from the mist. They wear green little hats like the Robin Williams in Jumanji and speak a foreign dialect composed largely of clicks and swigging sounds. They want us to come with them. The ground is moist and wet earth clings to my shoes as we walk along the path. The trail clearly has n't been traveled in years. As we approach what looks like a great golden cylinder, the air becomes noticeably dense and cool. The mist begins to precipitate into little beads on my glasses and to my surprise it has a familiar brown coloring to it. It is sweet too! They are literally watering the forest with Coke! This is too much. It's explained to me that a special blend of soda is fed to the plants as a vitamin rich nutrient supplement, perfectly safe for consumption. The foliage clears and before me towers a great golden coke can, polar bears and all on its side, with a bubbling, frothing, waterfall of carbonated soda spewing from its top. The spring streams down its side and forms small tributaries. All around its base small vines and plants have sprung up. The natives gesture to a canoe, I think I am to ride it, but the sun is setting. We make camp for the night with plans to'ride the great river' at sun up. I ca n't possibly imagine what is to come. At dawn we are greeted by a mysterious man. Dressed in white from head to toe, he introduces himself as Mr. Pemberton, but insists that we please refer to him as John. `` Nothing so formal!''. Without another word, we step into the canoe and push off, in the distance I hear a roaring, like a great river. 
 
 Hope you like it! Sorry it's so long lol, I got a little carried away.. I really do n't want to work on my DE homework right now. Anyway, if you would like, i'm sure I could come up with more. 
 
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 edit: Smoothing out some redundancies. 
 

