I’ve been your friend for years, never saying anything about how much you stink because I never wanted to offend you. But now I’m tired of it. I meet up with you while wearing my latex catsuit and tell you about all the times I had to wear masks, or pinch my nose, or fan the air just to be around you. We’re going to do something about it today. I put you out with my anesthetic gas by putting the mask over your face and when you come to you’re tied up to a chair with a gag in your mouth. I don’t want you to fight me about this so the bondage is necessary. First, I protect myself. If I’m going to touch you, I don’t want to get any of your stink on me. I put on a pair of tight blue elbow length nitrile gloves and a surgical mask. Then I try wiping you down with a wet cloth, getting in all the stinky places. It doesn’t work and the smell is worse. I change to a KN-95 mask, pinching my nose and openly complaining about how bad your B.O. is. Next, I try perfume. That also makes it worse! I resort to my last option, my respirator. At least with that on I can breathe, even if your scent still seeps through. I guess you’re just a lost cause…I think of other things to try, but I don’t have high hopes.