Three competitive clean freaks stand washing hands side by side in a public restroom. Scrubbing bathroom hands together in broiling soapy lather. Steam pours from the sinks, fogging mirrors, clouding stalls, disturbing sight. The washers appear bent upon the sanitary motions, but a perceptive observer can spot nervous fish eyes gleaming. Who will be the germiest? All refuse to cease, none will admit defeat. For protracted minutes they scrub their scorching, raw fingers and palms. One washer gets more soap, the others follow suit. How long will this contest last? Who will remain to the bitter end, champion of cleanliness? The outcome is yet to be decided.
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