Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34888155-20180605160725/@comment-26892768-20180606001743

Meanwhile, in the closet, the janitor waits.

His life is rather simple. He only has one purpose. He is both a janitor and the broom of the janitor. So, when it is time to sweep...he shall sweep. He shall sweep more efficently than any man ever could. And then, he shall return to the closet, to wait until it is once again sweeping time.

If another were in his position, they might ask, how exactly, does one treat themselves as an sapient inanimate object? Are they truly their own person? If so, shouldn't he have his own home, and not just be stuck in the school as mere property?

He doesn't ask those questions, though. He's a ''janitor. ''The philosophical questions of sapient inanimate objects is none of his business. His business is to ''sweep the floors. And he will sweep them with all his might.''

...when it's time, anyway. It ain't sweeping time yet. So, he just waits.