dear_mun | Homeless, possibly forever, canon is Scrubs

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Hey you.

You like making people miserable. I like that about you.

Don't even think about trying it on me. I'll win.

Go away now.

[Here have a block man staring at you in disbelief.]

Really? You think they'll go away just cause YOU tell them too?

[He thinks about it for a moment, then nods decisively.] Yes.

Well, your still here, and the mun's still there too. So I'd say it didn't work.

What do you know? You're a weird... pixel thing.

I'm a man of block form the realm of Minecraft... But I guess you've got a point. Good luck with whatever game you end up in for the Mun's enjoyment.

You can't be nice for a day?

Sure I could. I wouldn't, but I could.

Why would you like someone who makes others miserable?

...Why am I even asking?

Think about it. The answer'll come to you.

You go away.

I'm not going away. I'm the Janitor. I have to... [Crap, what's that thing he's supposed to do? OH RIGHT.] Clean.

This place only has one janitor? Gross. What happened to all the other ones? Was there a deadly mop attack or ravenous termites or something.

What, do you think that just because I'm a janitor, I can't take care of all messes?

So you like killed them all and keep them in your basement for creepy tea parties or cult picnics? Oh my god, are there dresses? With lace?

Why would I keep incriminating evidence?

Besides, I'd have to get rid of my squirrel army.

I dunno. I didn't think you were that smart.

So what. You fed them to squirrels?

If I was dumb, why would I be a janitor?

At least I'm smart enough to know dead squirrels don't need to eat.

That's an answer. Not a question.