The name's Friday, Joe Friday. I'm a cleaning products salesman. That's my job.
The bathroom attendent seemed to be giving me an order for 2,725 bars of soap. I knew he was really giving me the finger.
My partner and I went down to the supply closet to discuss things with the janitor. He was a nervous looking guy with a long face.
He told us he thought the bathroom attendent had been killing patrons and mutilating their corpses. His information led us to the attendants home where our worst fears were confirmed.
Book 'em Dano.
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