Crushes can

A twisted chuckle escaped Pokey, and his flabby, drooping cheeks quivered. He looked something like a pinkish bulldog.
His t-shirt sleeves were pulled so taut around the bulging flesh of his arms that it
seemed as though they would tear at any moment. His shorts were just about popping
at the seams, too. It appeared as though Pokey had gotten even fatter.

He took a bright red can of cola out of the refrigerator in the cabinet and opened
it with a psssht! by crushing it in his hand. He didn't care at all about the sticky, brown
droplets that trickled all over that beautiful floor. He staggered over to the window and opened the blinds.

- Mother 2, Chapter 6 pg. 126