“W-what you are-”

Bowyetta was horrified when she realized what
he was talking about. “M-Mr. Sir!” She screeched! “That is not much
being necessary! No… Bowyetta is knowing what must being done.” She
reached into her hair, producing some sort of spray bottle and a cloth,
and walked over to the shadow.

The shadow, however, didn’t notice Bowyetta, until she started spraying her and rubbing her with the cloth. “What you are-”

“You
are not needing to be saying of anything,” Bowyetta said rather softly.
“Bowyetta… Is understanding how you are feeling. We are not truly
wanting to be back with Smithy, are we? We are just want to be accepted
by someone. But we are not needing to be doing something so
extreme.” She then looked over at Mr. Sir, her eyes signaling that she
wanted his help.

“Aww.”

The Repairman looked disappointed, but he pocketed the drill anyway.

He watched, and one could almost see his nonexistent jaw hit the floor as Bowyetta began to…clean that cannibalistic thing?

“…What the…?” he managed, before he got the message.

Rooting through his stuff, he found a firehose. It was tempting to blast that monster into next week, but Bowyetta apparently wasn’t having that. Oh, well.

He dug a shower head out and stuck it on the end of the hose with a satisfying thunk! That would turn the forceful water into a more refreshing experience, to be sure.

He held the shower head up to the shadow, and turned the water on. Hopefully, this would help get the gunk off faster.