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…”“Hmm…. I dunno about paint thinner–– wait, i think I got somethin’ here.” Crawling back out from under the sink with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol in his hand, Hancock closed the cabinet and turned back to Carlos with a hopeful look. “Can’t really read the label too well and there ain’t much in there, but will this work?”
Carlos looked over at Hancock and got excited. “Ooh!” he exclaimed, with a touch of feminine-sounding excitement in his voice, and he walked over to take the bottle. “Is it really…?” He opened it and
gave it a sniff. “Oh my god, yes!
Yes, thank you so much, Hancock! This’ll do great! Now I just need a clean
cloth and we’ll be set to start!”
The Perfect Scientist 