Matsiyan appears in the doorway wiping his hands with a rag which he sniffs at from a distance, wads up and hurls in the nearest rubbish bin.
It certainly degreases a treat, but it smells awful. Hey Eric, would you mind stashing this back on one of those shelves. Can’t remember which one I got it from. Tosses to Aramond, a metal can with a narrow screwtop, labelled “Solvent”
Although it’s hardly worth it. Barely more than fumes left.
Any chance of a decent cup of tea?
