"What's that smell?" the center fielder raised his head after taking off this shirt.
"The team," Mizutani cracked a joke. "Dude, we just got done with practice."
"No, there's something that smeels worse than us," Izumi began opening lockers. "Like something died."
"How can anything die in here?" Sakeaguchi asked. "We don't even let Coach's dog in."
"You gotta believe me!" Izumi stopped at Abe's locker and gave a pleading look to his teammates.
"What the hell are you doing in my locker?" Abe walked into the locker room.
"Nothing," Izumi shut the door. "It smells too good. What do you do? Febreeze it?"
"Shut up," the catcher's face turned red. "I just don't want to smell like my practice bag."
"He probably wants to impress some girl," Mizutani snickered. "He has to work with something."
"What are trying to say, Crap Left?" Abe raised his voice.
"Dude, someone needs to hit the showers," Hanai walked in, waving his hand to get rid of the pungent odor.
"That's what I was trying to say!" Izumi marched back to his locker.
"My practice bag smells better," the captain complained again.
"Whoa," Oki stopped after coming out of the showers. "Did we practice that hard today?"
"Izumi claims it's coming from someone's locker," Abe pointed to his freckled teammate.
"It has to!" Izumi tried to defend himself as Tajima waltzed in from the showers. "Can't you smell it, Tajima?"
"Smell what?" the clean-up was confused as he opened his locker.
"DAMN!" everyone in the locker room fell to their knees. "TAJIMA!"
"What guys?" he looked around. "You all look like you're dieing."
