from the floor to my ears to your eyes

[spatch]

Overheard as I walk down the cube aisles on the call floor, leaving before context could be gleaned (and thus ruining the, how you say, mystery of it all):

"So if I start doing it into a milk jug and refrigerating it, I could sell it and make money?"

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