At work, I like to drink Powerade Zero.  A lot of Powerade.  Too much Powerade.  Plus, the more artificial the color, the better.  My innards probably glow.

So today, imagine my delight when a bottle of Powerade looking drink mysteriously appeared on the conference table.

Well, good thing I drink a lot of Powerade, too much Powerade, because my friend, that was not Powerade.  I know.  The note was left for the benefit of others, because I’ve got the power to aid.

Real Powerade on the left, because I know the glow.