In the heart of Detroit, you see a newer building, one that is spotless from top to bottom. It houses the Hillyard Cleaning Supply Co., you decide to enter to find out what this place is all about...As you enter, you hear the bell above the door go off, and you are greeted by a man in a nice clean pressed uniform with Hillyard Supply Co. name tag on the front.

"Welcome to Hillyard Cleaning Supplies, my names Fred, I'm the owner/operator of this fine establishment here. Hillyard is a fine company, where you can find everything you need to do a deep clean to a basic cleaning of everyday items. We offer a wide variety of cleaning supplies, from bleach to scrapers and all the way to mops and buckets. If you need any help, just ask me a question, I'll give you a suggestion on the best cleaning product we have available for sale to clean whatever it is you need removed or spiffed up."

Fred goes back to restocking the shelves with bleach, after the last customer he had bought them all for some "coffee stains, that just wouldn't come out"

I walk into a very clean Company, I walk over to Fred and introduce myself Hello my name is Len; I was wondering if you have any cleaning supplies for one hell of a mess I have. It seems that the plastic I had up in my basement did not catch all the brain matter and blood from a job i did and I need to clean it up fast. What would you recommend sir.

Had had been enjoying his morning coffee when Len had come into his store. Len seemed a little distraught, as if he had a big mess to clean up and he needed Fred's professional on how to do it. Fred put down his coffee and shook that of the extended one of Len's.

"Well, it seems that is quite a problem you have for yourself there Len, but I think we should have everything here you would need."  Fred paused for a moment to think of everything that would be required.

"I would suggest hosing the place down first before going into a deep cleaning my friend, I think some bleach located on that first shelf over there would do wonders on most of the stains, provided you put in a little elbow grease with a scrub brush, but I would suggest safety first and wear some eye protection as well as some rubber gloves."

Fred pulls some rubber gloves from the shelf behind him, as well as a scrubbing brush handing from the hooks as well.

"I think that should do the trick there, I don't think much else should be required in order to clean it up, but I suggest next time to cover everything possible in case of splatter. Is there anything else I can help you with today, Len or will that be all?"

JohnDoe staggers into to the Hillyard Cleaning Supply Company and up to the counter.  He slams his two bloodied hands onto the countertop staring straight through FredHillyard in what seems to be absoulte anger....

..."Would you have....something to take....this...."John opens up his lapels showing a deep crimson bloodstain engrained into the fabric and based on the injuries on John's face it's probabley his own. "...fucking stain out of my lucky fucking shirt! You won't fucking believe it but some fuck, fucking fucker had dropped his fucking wallet and I being a good citizen that I am, picked the fucking thing up and tried to hand it back, but the fucking wanker turned around, accused me of fucking trying to pickpocket him and fucking wacked me with a fucking iron bar which sparked me the fuck out! I fucking love this shirt!" John says looking sadly down at the stain then back at the bewildered looking FredHillyard.

Fred has been in the back room doing inventory when he heard a commotion at the front of the store. When he came out of the back he saw JohnDoe all battered and bloody, leaving marks all over his freshly cleaned counter top. Fred shuddered to think what he would have to do to get it back to being spotless again.

"Hello John, welcome to my shop, yes we do have some cleaning product that should get those blood stains right out, but you my friend look like you need a hospital more than you need to be in here worrying about your appearance."

Fred reached under the counter top and pulled out some industrial strength spot remover.

"This should do you my friend, not to sound rude, but you are leaving a blood puddle all over my counter and floor. Would you mind just taking this here, and going to get yourself checked out at the locals emergency room before you die on my floor?"

Fred shakes his head and goes into the back of the store to get his cleaning equipment to clean up the mess JohnDoe was leaving all over his counter and floors.