You walk into Ricky Berwick’s house for… your own reasons, and you see him scooting around his hardwood floor, cleaning it with a swiffer. The mop handle is taller than him by about three sizes, which just means there’s more sexy per square inch packed into Ricky’s little body. “Cleaning my floor, cleaning my floor, I like to clean my goddamn floor.” He sings his song, unaware until he notices you. “What is this speck on my floor?..” he beats you down with the mop handle….sucker. “Got it.”