- Thanks for the light.

- God is my light.

- Okay...

- Well, it's time.

- What time is that?

- Time to visit the unit.

- The unit?

- The unit I clean every night.

- You got a cleaning business?  You a proprietor?

- The toilet, my man.  I'm the janitor.

- Oh.  You clean toilets?

- Yea I clean toilets—I clean your toilets, my love.  It's nice to meet me.

- Well, thank you.  

- And sometimes—

- Yes?

- When I'm angry—

- No!

- I place the roll opposite the old lady.

- Oh...Well, I'm a teacher.

- You don't sound so hot.

- I have lost my heart.

- Tell me, your soul, does it smart?

- Well, thank you anyway for what you do—

- Stomach flu.

- Huh?

- Gonna visit my handiwork—

- Ah—

- Then destroy it.

- Oh...

- It's all becoming clear to you.

- Say no more.

- Don't you be getting no mental images now—Hey!

- Yes?

- You're a drunken' cunt.

- You can tell?

- I can tell a cunt when I sees it's drunk.

- So what should I do?

- Do something that's not about you—

- But I don't want to—I want to suck your blood.

- Just do it for Today.

- Oh he got punched in the faaacce.

- Then help me clean this place!

- But I don't wanna have to do.

- Come on man, I gotta take a poo!

- Oh it will take a fortnight—

- No, I will take a fortnight!  Then you can take a fortnight too. You'll get soul out of you.

- I like your play on poo!

- poo

- poo

- poo

- poo

- poo

- poo

- (house music, dancing in underwear)