"What, so it can do both jobs poorly?" Stubborn little wheezy bastard that he was.

"'Tis clean is all that matters, I've not got anyone to impress but the Lord Almighty and I don't think he gives a whit if I look Pantene perfect." At this point, it seemed he'd given the undead servant its orders, speech unnecessary as the thing took off further into the maze without them. Inelegant, but improving with every moment, perhaps the next time they saw it, it might almost look like it could be alive. Almost, anyway, hard to sell the illusion half mauled.

"There's nothin' wrong with a bottle of Radox shampoo all on its own."