Carlos nodded at him. “Yeah, sure,” he said with a smile. He
quickly rinsed off his hands and wiped them dry with a towel. “Okay… I think I’m
ready. You… don’t happen to have any clean rubbing alcohol, do you?”“I dunno, probably not, but is there any other kinda alcohol that’ll work?” As he spoke, Hancock dug around in the cabinet under his sink, looking for rubbing alcohol. “What do ya need it for? I thought it was just dusty in there or somethin’, can’t that just be wiped off with a cloth or something?”
Carlos shrugged slightly. “I could, but… rubbing alcohol
gets rid of tiny, finer bits of dirt and grime that a dry cloth can’t get.” He
frowned. “I guess we could use purified water, but then we’d have to dab everything
dry before plugging it in.” He thought a bit. “Or… I could use acetone? Like,
paint thinner? I’d have to be careful with it, but yeah…”
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