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"It’s called Zurp ," Gurgs whispered, holding a bottle like it was the Holy Grail. "Discontinued in 1998 for 'extreme carbonation issues.' But the nostalgia market? It’s a goldmine, Olivia! We’re going to be the Queens of Fizz."

"That’s just the potential for profit," Gurgs insisted. She popped a cap. The sound wasn't a hiss ; it was a bang . A jet of purple foam hit the ceiling, then slowly began to dissolve the acoustic tile. [S2E3] Form

Dan leaned over the desk, his shadow falling across Henderson’s precious stamps. "Listen, you paper-pushing gargoyle. We can do this the easy way, where you find a pen that works, or the hard way, where I stay in this office and recount every one of my failed marriages in chronological order. We’re on year three by lunchtime." "It’s called Zurp ," Gurgs whispered, holding a

They were ushered into the office of a man whose nameplate simply read Henderson . Henderson didn't look up. He was currently engaged in the most erotic act a civil servant can perform: stamping a 12-page document with a heavy, rhythmic thud . We’re going to be the Queens of Fizz