The Juice Bar
Fizz the Overclocked
Vendor
Neon-haired, vibrating at 9000 Hz, bandolier of glowing cans across his chest. He doesn't sell drinks — he sells the loudest five seconds of your life. Pupils don't match. Probably shouldn't be licensed. Slings you exactly one can and dares you to time the bell.
“One sip, one slot, one bell. You pop off, you go SUPER, then you come back to Earth like the rest of us mortals.”Slot a power-up