He needed a good, long, bath in a tub, but a shower would have to do.
It was just that, no matter how long he marinated himself in the shower—if he hadn't awakened, his fingers would've been wrinkly by now—and no matter how hard he scrubbed, it never seemed to be enough!
"Damn, I smell like I fell down a septic tank," he said, gagging a bit as he imagined it. The image, combined with the actual stench, was a very potent combination.
He tried to rub himself with the towel, but there was still a lingering scent that he swore would kill his brain from the stress!
Then, he remembered: the Market was open. Pang had mentioned that more room-specific upgrades would be available once the [Market] was opened. The best part about the items tethered to a particular room was that they did not have a purchase limit! If he could afford it, he could buy whatever he wanted.
