Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34888155-20180605160725/@comment-26892768-20180606004656

Then, the janitor looks up...not that anyone can tell, seeing as he has no eyes or face to speak of.

It is time.

Yes.

Yes.

YES.

The broom bursts out of the closet.

"LOOKS LIKE IT'S SWEEPING TIME!"

He turns, and speeds forward, repeating his single mantra...

"Gotta sweep, sweep, SWEEP!"

Everyone, get out of the way. There's a dusty floor, a duty to be fufilled, and the janitor is not bothering to look where he's going.