Foxlynn, have you thought to ask to use my Goop? Cleans anything pretty good. Even fur.

Description: A hollow frame i am. Just a machine. Not very dirty, not very clean. What do you see, when you look into my eyes? Amusement? Terror? Lament? Well i see nothing. Something nobody wants. That makes me nothing. A Nobody. I am but a shell, a shell of nothing much. When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch. Have i lost, am i stuck inside my brain? the voices in my head, they remind me to sustain. Wish i could get out, but i stuck inside a game. I'm feeling just pure pain. What's wrong with me, have i lost too much? When i became invincible i became unreliable. What is this feeling stuck inside my head? Well that's the feeling of just wishing i was dead. I don't telling but i've fallen too far. I need a rope to climb to par. Nothings and even feels the same. Look at me just being so plain. I am a blob of nothing and i have a head dust, nothing more than just careless dust. I'm an outline, an outcast to a community, something i had never even dreamed to be. I could be an artist or animator if i'm lucky, but neither of those amount to friends, trust me. because nothing i have left can save me now, and all that's left is a boring old empty bust.