You hear faint laughing, so you surface and see the dog standing by
the rim, shaking his head.
"That's not the flea bath, you fool!"
"Then what is it?"
"Believe me, you don't want to know."
Suddenly you notice that the bugs are off you. Unfortunately, so is
the first layer of your skin. What do you do?
You go over to the phone, which is operated by MCI. You realize you'd
die before you'd finally reach the emergency people, so you run over
to the flea bath and, holding your nose, you jump in.