>>18808788>[Despite C.A.M.O.’s rage, at least two guests still linger, doing their best to remedy the situation which very quickly go out of hand. Candice and Layla, with no more change of clothes and hair that has finally succumbed to the onslaught of foam -- and soup, and soap, and bubbles and alcohol and what appears to be grease? -- stand awkwardly nearby with broom and mop in hand. They whisper to each other, hoping to remain unseen:]Did we go too far?
>Best not to ask.Did we make things worse?
>We can only do our best.Don’t make eye contact.
>Don’t say a word.Sweep sweep sweep.
>Mop mop mop.You know, sis, I kind of think - - -
>There is a chance however small - - -- - - this might be our fault?
>- - - we brought this on ourselves?Nah!
>Nah!What were we supposed to do - - -
>How should we have known not to - - -- - - with a foam machine right here?
>- - - play with the foam machine?Candy the cleaner!
>Lollypop the lackey!BUBBLEGUM
>MAID SERVICE? 