There are two women who need our help. They have been cast into the perpetual advert abyss with no sign of mercy pending. There is the Progressive One, flogging insurance as best he can in the face of insurmountable odds in the form of the shittest scripts imaginable, based in some bizzare futuristic warehouse.
Then there is lady Restasis, who attempts to sell her magic eyedrops with her alien eyes, that haunt your waking dreams as they try to pull you towards the orbit of odd.
Free these women! Let them go back to acting, or at the least, let them go home.
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