In Your Room

Katrina had been pretty quiet throughout most of the Big Brother thing. She
wasn't nervous or shy anymore, she was just enjoying herself. No mops. No
McDonald's. No work... Wait a minute. She had been working. She was working
right at the moment she thought of it. Cleaning the boys' room was work.
No rest for the weary, she thought with a smile.
Well, the votes were cast, and her model was done. (Katrina had been a little
too modest and ended up photocopying her body with all her clothes on, unlike
some of the other housemates.) Now all she could do was wait.
Something caught Katrina's eye in the corner of the room. She gave it a closer
look, then realized it was either a dirty tissue or the reincarnation of the
blob.
"I may need some rubber gloves or an ice pick," she thought aloud.