"Behold!" Hades cried. "Our salvation!" The factory belched smoke into the cavernous sky, lit from beneath by the heat of the Phlegethon.
Charon grunted noncommittally as they paddled to the loading docks.
"Look, we're lower than ever this quarter. If business doesn't pick up, we'll be completely bankrupt in another millennium. It's not just a passing fad, Charon."
Charon picked up one of the bottles from the conveyor belt, read it, and frowned.
"What, you don't like it?" Hades hesitated. "We worked on the slogan for five years. 'Lethe Cola: Wash your cares away.' Too much like Lethe Body Wash?"
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