As John materializes he says, "Wait, this is a sterile environment, what do I do about that?"
"Figure it out!" She says.
"Crap!" John says, edging away from them.
"Let us wash you...make you clean...always clean." The golems intoned in Johns mind.
"Screw this!" John said, and then realized there was a box of wood shavings in the corner, for no reason. "Well. that's awfully convenient!"
He grabs the box, and heaves it towards the soap golems, scattering it as their feet as they slip and fall into the piles.
