Newly-bald orderly Running Sore grudgingly replaces Liz's full bucket with yet another empty one and mutters to himself, "I'm no sailor, but every time they have to heal away, I have to haul away......"

He is still furious over being scalped by Nurse Ratched for helping out InterVenus DeMilo back in the Radiation Lab and considers himself on the Warpath. He had noticed that in her haste to get back into proper uniform and re-exert control, she had left her locker unlocked and was trying to come up with a plan for revenge as he rolled his cart down the hallway when he sees some workmen replacing some hallway ceiling tiles and a little cartoon light bulb clicks on over his shiny head.

He holds out a plastic garbage bag and asks the workmen to throw him down a loose chunk of insulation. Then he quickly sneaks down to the hospital pharmacy for some dipilitory. Back at the locker, making sure he's unseen, he pours some of the Nair into Nurse Ratched's shampoo bottle and gives it a few shakes. Then, after donning a fresh set of rubber gloves, he takes the insulation and rubs it on the inside of her spare starched uniforms and even her spare undergarments.

"That'll make her start from scratch!", he says to himself with a wicked grin.......