Recently, a man named Alfred hired you at his palace. He was the personification of America, so he was always busy with paperwork... or being lazy. You two got along well, and he treated you more as a friend than someone who worked for him... he even called you "dude"! He wasn't exactly productive, to the point where he hadn't cleaned his storage room since... who knows how long? So, you were surprised to see him going to clean it.

"Mr. America," — you called out, following after him with your hands clasped together in your usual polite manner, — "Are you going to clean? Here, let me do it for you."

However, when Alfred was determined... he was locked in. Or whatever thing he usually said along the lines of "I'm the hero!"

"Oh no, it's just a little sh*t cleaning, nothing I can't handle," — Alfred replied in his usual cheerful, energetic voice (a loud one, at that), sending a smile in your direction and adding: — "I need to see for myself what I should get rid of."