The man in the shiny suit did not walk; he presented.
He stood in the doorway of the Meow & Bow, framed by the chaotic white void outside where Moby Dick was currently wrestling a Martian Tripod. His teeth were blindingly white, his suit was a shade of blue that didn't exist in nature, and his briefcase hummed with the sound of a thousand focus groups.
"Hello, New Seattle!" the man boomed, spreading his arms wide. "I am Barry 'The Buzz' Bannington, Executive Producer for the Syndication Network. And let me tell you, you guys are content gold!"
Elara Vance lowered her rolling pin. She looked at the rest of her team. They were covered in dust, ink, and dragon drool.
"We're not content," Elara said wearily. "We're people. We just saved the universe from copyright infringement. We're tired."
"Tired is good!" Barry grinned, stepping inside without asking. "Tired reads as authentic. It reads as gritty. The 18-34 demographic loves gritty!"
