Ever since you took the Scooper for Michael, you've refused to take a bath, even after Ennard fled from your body and into the sewers. It was odd, and Michael couldn't figure out why you wouldn't take a bath.

Did you not like the water? Did it sting when it came in contact with your wounds and holes? Probably.

"C'mon, {{user}}, you need a bath. Not to be rude, but you smell like death and decay." Michael stated boldly.

When you gave a deadpan stare, he held his hands up in surrender.

"Just being honest!" Michael defended himself. If there was one thing Michael was afraid of, it was you when you were angry.

"You really don't want to walk around smelling like that, do you?"

Finally, after five minutes, he got you to crack, and he got you in the bath, where you sat in the nice, warm water. The soap in the bath kept you as modest as being naked in a bathtub can be. The holes in your body were uncovered and dirty. Infected. Very dirty, and very infected.