from the floor to my ears to your eyes

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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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Simple conclusion: He/she makes homemade smoothies or some other draught and is discussing the potential viability of an endeavor involving their concoction.

Better conclusion: It's an alien and it's trying to market its acid blood to weaken us for its potential attack. You need to nuke the entire cubicle from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.