Janitor Dickens wasn't a very practical type of guy. When he awoke in the bunks, instead of the rest of the crew's usual grumpiness at having spent 6 years in space travel in a cramped room, he was grumpy at the minuscule, almost unnoticeable specks of dust that had culminated while he had been asleep. "Okay Michael, we have work to do again." the rather large man said, taking up his mop. He walked to the corner where his bucket sat, still full of cleaning chemicals, and sloshed his mop in and out of it he began to mop up all the dust in his room.

After about half an hour Harold stood back, proudly observing his work. Once again his quarters were immaculately clean, probably cleaner than the Captain's quarters with how much work he put into his cleaning. He walked outside ready to start his day and noticed that there were now dusty footprints leading down the corridor. "Looks like our job's not done yet Michael." the obsessive janitor said to his inanimate mop. He began to clean all around the corridor, slowly following the trail of footprints towards the mess area.

After 15 minutes of cleaning and walking he came to the entrance of the cafeteria. He could tell just from the smell that this place was filthy. "Our greatest challenge yet!" he declared to Michael, brandishing the mop and stoically stepping inside, ready to begin purging any dust, stains, and other such filth from the establishment.