Atem, on the other hand, recognized it right away and it arced towards him, splashing into the water with a kind of slow moving terror. Mesmerized as the bottle spun lazily in its descent, he watched until the very moment it came to rest, neck directly in line with him. The pharaoh's eyes flicked back to Bakura, appearing to be smirking, but it was only to mask the disgust.

"Nice aim." He chided, in what was the most ironic tone of praise in his life.