"Time to take out the rubbish." Ash said good-naturedly, cleaning quickly as his little robotic rats dispersed.

Walking through one of the areas of The Castleyards, almost at the entrance; he appeared behind, or rather his broom was first noticeable, clicking the heels repeatedly. Ash was now circling while grunting and cleaning between rhymes.

"Oh yep! Get outta 'ere, pure riddy! My head is ringin." He scolded now grumpily, as he picked up a small chips wrapper, quickly placing it in the trash.