"Oh great, I've got this great pitch for this bc-gunk, its a new revolutionary new concept that will push a new tour de force!"
"Great great, thank you. We'll be able to handle this ad campaign."
"It'd better sell, or we are bust"
"Yes thank you!"
"Whoopee!"
The fairy boss gave a huge, weary sigh away as she placed the smartphone on hold.
" Gosh darnit, you know Bc-gunk's are full of crud, am i right?." She did not care, money was on the table of the enthusiastic client.
"Yes Bloomy, never have i once been told to sell such a thing, ugh. All the peer-reviewed umbrella reviews point to being ineffective. Just pure placebo that ain't engineering worthy."
Both the copywrighter, the logo designer and the art director surround it, looking over it with a belaboured groan, all the customer service had dissipated.
"How are we going to sell this most disgusting manure? F*** it."