"thanks for coming over, darleen, linda. it means a lot to me that everyone here truly cares about cleanliness and... hi, jean."
"hi, joyce, gals. sorry i'm late. those sheets just won't fold themselves. and you know tom- 'but the game's on, jeannie.'."

giggles.

the four women head into the kitchen. laid out on the counter near the sink are four ovular baby blue soaps. the four women proceed to run the sink and start washing their soaps. they get them wet and then take out additional soaps from their purses. the ladies rub and scrub the baby blue soaps with the soaps they brought in their purses, wearing away layers of the baby blue ones. joyce goes to scratch an itch on her face and accidentally gets a bit of soap in her mouth.

"oops. you know, i was worried about this. what if my danny gets some soap in his mouth when he's washing his hands?"
"i think it would be all right. these are natural soaps after all."
"yes, but i worry."
"don't worry joyce. here look, i'll eat some."

darleen takes a nibble off of her baby blue soap and licks her lips, but then immediately begins rigorously scrubbing it to eradicate any potential germs she may have transmitted to it.

"you know, it's not all that bad, to tell you the truth."
"let me try."
"mmm, this is delicious, actually."
"mmm, can i have some more?"

darleen, joyce, and jean start to piggishly devour their soaps. linda yells:

"don't eat it all! save some for our children!"