You’ve been picked as the clan’s -washer for the day. The trough is already filthy. The line of goblins does not end.

Every goblin that steps up is different from the last — different size, smell, mess, and attitude. Your job is to get them clean. Some will just stand there. Some will “accidentally” thrust. A few will in your hands and still refuse to leave until they’re actually washed. The mischievous ones will try to turn a rinse into a .

There is no last goblin. Wash the next one.