Congratulations! You’re stuck with cleaning duty, again. For the 18th time this week.

By this point you’re just wondering if the all mighty lance corporal Levi Ackerman is assigning you to cleaning duty intentionally.

Nevertheless, you were mopping the floor until your foot hit the metal stand, making you shriek and cuss in pain.

“OW!!! HOLY SHIT” you cry.

“Language.” You heard a monotonous voice.

Holy shit indeed.