*killua zips up his fly while alluka grabs the cups, but fails to close the button with fumbling fingers. he just can't get his eyes to focus, his vision multiplied to the point that it looks like his pants are performing a shadow step without him. giving up with a giggle, he takes the cup and looks up at the blurry screen, barely able to make out what any of the logos say. his decision is made for him.*

all of them.

*with a manic grin he begins to dispense every soda in turn, get a squirt of each in his cup to make the ultimate concoction.*