OK, I'll be right back...

Be sure that you are...

(still washing my hands)

a clean pair of hands is a clean mind no matter how filthy the rest of you is.

i think what you've done there is confused the hands with the mind.

oh.. maybe.

(sorry, still washing my hands. Mmmm, Carex blue liquid soap is lovely. I can wash my hands all day/evening/night....) (goodnight, i'm tired and can't do anymore.)

Sleep well.

(thank you most kindly, I did. Oh, and darn-still washing my hands...)

You're a bit like Lady MacBeth aren't you?

(How so? Oh, I'm just scrubbing my nails now - nearly done!)

You keep pretending to wash your hands, probably because the guilt of killing my gary's has driven you mad...

(yes Pliny, you are absolutely right. I do feel guilty about what I did to Gary...including the also thing I did to him prior the killing... Yes, I feel guilty because I should have made a nice dolphin salad instead of just a sandwich. He deserved better. Oh well, next time eh? Nearly done with my hands now)

So am I...

You are what?