He was at it again.
They never should have let him into the cleaning closet unsupervised.
Ever.
Not that it would have actually helped, but they could dream.
Finn held the plate at arm's length away from him. "Aw, man, he did it again!" he howled.
Piper banged her head against the wall. "Who let him near that stuff in the first place?"
"I hate eating off of these, now," Junko moaned. "He really has to stop washing the dishes with it."
"We should talk to him," was Aerrow's suggestion. Everyone agreed vehemently and raced to Stork's room. Pausing right outside his door, everyone heard a strange hissing sound...or was it purring?
"Windex...my precious. Windex...forever. THEY'LL NEVER TOUCH YOU. I, Stork...will love you, Windex...forever. Precious. Spritz, spritz."
"Should we...?"
"Leave?"
"Yep."
"Windex...forever. And ever...MINE! Spritz, spritz..."