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Ken: Hey, beach babes! Nothing's better than oiling up and catching some rays! But nothing's worse than the pain and embarrassment of sand in your joints.
--Raquelle is playing beach volleyball, her arms slowly getting stiff to the point that she falls over backwards--
Ken: Now there's instant relief, Sand Away!
Raquelle: Hey, no more gritty, grimy discomfort! And it leaves my plastic oh so smooth and supple!
Ken: Lookin' good, Raquelle! And Sand Away now comes in new Malibu Breeze scent.
Raquelle: Mmm! Smells upscale and trendy!
Ken: So don't let sand-clogged joints ruin your fun. Blow 'em out, with Sand Away!
--Ken leans on the nozzle of the can of Sand Away, spraying it directly into the camera--
Camera Man: Hey!
Ken: Available in stores everywhere!