Synergy of Pure Evil
Byte had finally found her true corporate soulmate.
Sitting in a boardroom that smelled strongly of stale pepperoni pizza and unchecked white-collar crime, Byte slammed her laser pointer against the board. She gestured to the line graph where "Ethics" was plunging straight into the Earth's core while "Profit" was shooting past God.
"Look at the data, Eric!" Byte hissed, her green button-eyes glowing with unholy capitalist greed. "Step 1: Sell plushies for $99. Step 2: Announce a 'Limited Drop.' Step 3: Trigger a mass riot! Step 4: Re-release the exact same plushie in lime green! Step 5: RAISE THE PRICE AND CHARGE A HYPETRAIN TAX!"
Cartman stared at the whiteboard, his mouth slightly open, taking notes in a spiral notebook labeled TOP SECRET BUSINESS SECRETS. He looked from the sticky note that read "REMEMBER: BLAME NOVA" to Byte's "Cartman Approved" plushie draft.
A single tear of pure joy welled up in his eye. "Dude... you're like a f*cking genius."
"I know," Byte grinned, aggressively circling 'PROMOTED' on the board. "Now go hack the payment portal. If the IRS calls, tell them Nova.exe is the sole proprietor."