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I'm getting out of here. Let's try the room that doesn't stink to high heaven.
The guard is so frightened he doesn't even notice you're not following him anymore. You step aside into a small room. Actually more of a closet, you realize, after looking it over. A janitorial closet to be precise. Shelves full of chemicals and cleaning agents occupy three of the four walls. The other being the doorway. The smell of shit is replaced with that of ammonia.Ammonia. You remember that smell also. Not from using it, of course. You mainly remember how upset you were with your servants when they couldn't clean in more pleasant, olfactory manner. But never mind that now.
Chemicals! There must be something useful here. Something to get this body fully animated. You rummage through them.
Try using the ammonia.
Try using paint thinner.