The execs ask how they're supposed to know how Zip is in any way associated with Dairy Queen or Blizzard, and everyone stands perfectly still. Finally, Marshawn has to say, "I can take this one, if that's okay." She points out the swirling shape of the Blizzard, and notes the barely-visible "Dairy Queen" on the spoon, "So we've incorporated trademark components of the Blizzard brand." Good cover, but obviously a cover. While she's saying this nonsense, Felisha (whose fault it is), Jennifer (who is on the downward slide of whatever she just took), and Toral (who is an assclown of the highest order) all nod and smile like scared idiots. The end.
The execs stare as Excel files in. Markus comes in all fnur fnur fnur and puts down a sad little tray of cheese and crackers and grapes and stuff in front of them. They stare at it like they've never seen bad meeting food before. It's so sad. Then! Mark, in the costume, comes dancing in and nods his head at them like I Dream Of Jeannie, arms folded, and jumps around crazily, and Clay welcomes "Ginny The Blizzard Genie."
"Her" face is white, like those guys you see in the dark after a scary movie even though you're over thirty years of age, her hat is jaunty, her breasts are ridiculous, her costume is like if Santa Claus joined the Moldavian army, her penis is clearly outlined, the hard-plastic mask attaches to the fabric costume in such a way that she has a Richard Fish-worthy wattle, and her grin...oh, her grin. There's a little bit of the blow-up doll in there, a dash of those clown things you knock over but they don't stay down, some Pennywise, some Killer Klown, those creepy dolls at your grandma's house that come alive at night, and a heaping helping of Robert Blake from Lost Highway. Well, any old Robert Blake, but specifically that one.
Randal says you could "sense a feeling of excitement and enthusiasm," but I think he means "stark trouser-blasting fear." "From her flowing soft-serve hair," Clay dithers, "to her wonderful DQ bling [for real!] all over her body," he goes on and on, about her "royal DQ colors," and ends up exactly where he needs to be, on the square marked "easily adaptable to any retail location throughout the world." Asked why they went with a female character, Clay gives the gayest answer imaginable: "She's larger than life!" That's Ginny with a G! He explains in some kind of fucked-up garblespeak that she'll be attractive to younger girl customers, who are not yet a huge DQ demographic because of all of TV, and that she has "some sex appeal to her" that will appeal to older men. "She attracts a broad base of who you want to attract to Dairy Queen." They love it. They love it. Alone, the execs talk about how Excel "took risks" and is the winner.