"Bugs"

"Hey Benji, where you from?"
"Olympus"
"Olympus? Came down from the mountain to slum with us? You must really hate the smell of clean."
"Certainly smells better than your ass. You can get soap here right?"
"We can get better. Take a shot of this."
"Good gods! What is that?"
"Freedom son. You can't compile Prochian whiskey."
"Right. Illegal template."
"Don't matter. This shit dissolves the bugs."
*laughter*
"We need some 'bugs' to make you some soap."