Back to the bathroom

You come round to a nasty cheesy smell. Opening your eyes, you see Mad Dog's big cheesy feet on your chest, soles pointed towards you. You tickle his feet and he rolls off you.

"Right Mad Dog, you need a REAL bath!" you say, dragging the werewolf back to the baths. "And I'll guess I'll have to do it myself!"

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Bath time

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