“Hey!” said Clive, sitting bolt upright in his leather swivel-chair at the twelve-foot glass topped conference table. “I've got it! The one in a million idea that is going to ship a bazillion freaking units and make us kazillionaires!” “What-” said his boss, staring down the table at him. The assembled VPs and sundry other executives glared at Clive also. They'd been sitting at this desk for twelve hours straight, desperately trying to think of a way to tie Doritos™ with the lucrative Guardians™ of the Galaxy™ brand. “Green Doritos!” Clive stood there, beaming like he'd just completed the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. “Green Doritos,” the CEO said, flatly. Obviously unimpressed. “Think about it! It's so obviously repugnant, so blatantly a violation of the laws of God and Man, so grotesque, that people will be compelled to buy them out of disbelief!” The room was silent. None of the other executives wanted to say anything until they had an idea which way the CEO was leaning. Outside, the city was dark, its gloom punctuated only by the glare of street lights. From the 50th floor of a skyscraper though, they might as well be floating in the void, bereft of any touchpoint with the world of mortals below them. “Eh, what the hell, its late and I'm tired,” the CEO said. “Green Doritos. Sure. Whatever. Now, who's up for massages and mytais-”
0/10 would not write sarcastic Bonfire of the Vanities fanfic about this product again.