Compilatron
"Oh, it's literally just... yeah, I don't know what I was expecting."
Narcrus sits for a moment in silent shame.
"Anyway, I have a business proposition for you."
Narcrus lifts their metal suitcase onto the counter and opens it, revealing it to be a portable cooler. Low-lying mist pours out of the cooler dramatically as Narcrus removes one of ten identical elaborate bottles from the cooler and passes it to Mark.
The label reads "Lagavulin Islay Single Malt Scotch Whiskey"
"This is a drink called "Whiskey", and to my knowledge, I'm the only guy in the galaxy who knows how to make it. If you want, you can have exclusive distributing rights. Want a sample?"
(I can't figure out if whiskey is already a thing in the CRP universe. If it is, replace the word "drink" with "whiskey" and replace the word "Whiskey" with "Lagavulin" in the third-last sentence.)