"Pass me the Clean Shower?" Sheryl Swoopes asked. In dangerous and stony silence, the bottle was clapped into her hand. Suddenly someone snickered. That wasn't a good thing to do, considering the position the Houston Comets were currently in. But before any other player could find the perpetrator, Rita Williams reached over and smacked her hard upside the head.

"Well, that was totally unnecessary," Rebecca Lobo complained.

"Rebecca, we're cleaning the damn bathrooms. It's not a good idea to laugh at anyone in here."

"I wasn't laughing at anyone except myself. While you're on my case, could you please send the Lysol over here? And ewwww… the bug spray, please."

The Comets stared almost in awe at the giant cockroach that Rebecca had spotted. "That is one big motherfucking bug," Tammy Jackson declared.

"Kill it! Kill it!" Tynesha Lewis screamed. "Kill it!"

Rebecca exchanged a long look with Grace Daley that silently said, 'She should be thankful she never played in New York.' It was all Grace could do to keep from laughing.

"What's going on in here?" Tina Thompson asked as she poked her head in the door.

"A waterbug has Tynesha backed into a corner," Rebecca reported.

"Are you serious?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"Then I've got an idea," Tina smirked. She came in with a plastic jar and whispered to Sheryl. Both of them grinned with mischief. Tina moved Tynesha out of her way and captured the pest. Then she took it away with her, allowing Tynesha to breathe again. The half of the team that was in that room got back to work.

A few minutes later there was a horrific scream. The Comets gathered around the bathroom door and watched Sonja Henning run down the hall shrieking at the top of her lungs and clawing desperately at her shirt.

"So that's what Tina did with it," Rita finally said. "I can't think of a better person to do that to."

"Yeah, it's her fault we're stuck cleanin' the locker room since they cut the janitorial staff," Sheryl agreed angrily.

"You said it. And I don't even use these showers," Grace said. Some of the other women edged away from her until she said, "Oh, come on, I shower at home! I don't like locker rooms! Guys!"

"You know, sometimes I wonder just how I end up in such strange situations," Rebecca mused as Tammy and Sheryl attempted to throw Grace out of the room while Rita tried to save her. She resumed scrubbing as Sonja dashed by again, this time hopping up and down like someone had dropped itching powder in her shorts. Tina passed through with an innocent look on her face and a packet hidden behind her back.

From somewhere in the distance a voice yelled, "Get those bathrooms clean!"

"We need a new job," Sheryl concluded. "And who took the Clean Shower?"