Look Barry, if you had one shot - one opportunity, to mop everything you ever wanted in one moment, would you clean it or let it slip?
Barry's palms are usually sweaty, with weak knees and arms that are heavy. There's always vomit on his sweater because of Mike's spaghetti. He's nervous, but cleaning the surfaces he looks calm and ready to clean floors but he keeps on forgetting what we told him to do, the whole Mansion goes so loud.
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out. He's choking now, everybody's joking now - Walton, Gruejor and RimDan ha! Snap Barry back to reality, change up the gravity, there goes Eugene and he choked too, but he won't give up like Barry, not that easy - no. He knows his backs sore from mopping. It doesn't matter, he's black. He knows that. When he gets out of the gravity chamber it's back to slave labour. He better go capture this moment and hope The Twerker doesn't pass him.
Barry better lose himself in The Mansion, the mopping he owns it. He better never let that go. He's only got one shot, he cannot miss his chance to clean as this oppurtunity only comes once in a lifetime. If he doesn't lose himself in The Mansion, he's blown it. We'll have to let him go. The one shot he did have with mopping will also go. He knew this opportunity only came once in his lifetime.
Bludgeon Mary's soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping. This Mansion will be hers for the taking. Make Barry the man for this as he moves toward a new job order. A normal life is boring but for Barry - it's close to post mortem. Gruejor's penis grows harder, Richelle grows hotter. Barry blows his orders. It's all over.