My job? Toilets 'n boilers, boilers 'n toilets, plus that one boilin' toilet. Fire me if'n you dare.

“Why aren’t you fixing the boiler?”

“Scheduling conflict.” *flips through magazine*

Scruffy's gonna die the way he lived. licks finger and turns the page of Zero-g Juggs magazine

It's wrong, wash bucket. Oh, it would be sweet for a while, but in the back of our minds we'd know that I'm a man and you're janitorial equipment.

Scruffy believes in this company.

Prison’s not so bad. You can make Sangria in the toilet. Of course, it’s shank or be shanked.

Scruffy’s gonna get himself another one of those three hundred dollar haircuts… This one’s lost it’s pizzazz.

Jail's not so bad. You can make sangria in the terlet. Course, it's shank or be shanked.

Scruffy hears ya. Scruffy don't care.

Second

Scruffy, do you have any varmint grease?

What viscosity do you need?

"Mhmm"

marmalade

Life and death are a seamless continuum. Mmhmm.

Scruffy's on break slowly comps one potato chip

A greater tragedy my eyes have never beheld. Welp, into the terlet.

https://youtu.be/U1y22TfG8wg?t=57

Done broke my spine.

Nice rack, tho...

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Scruffy... The janitor."

The candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long. Mmhm

sinister silence as he backs out of the room

Context: “I hid it in a secret hiding place whose location I never told anyone. Not even Scruffy!”

Oh marmalade!