Scrub... scrub... scrub...
Brush... brush... brush

Argyle scrubbs at the floor to keep it clean. Argyle not wanting studentsies to get sick.

"Mistresses," Argyle squeaked and bowed low to the ground. "Does Mistresses need to get to the other sides?" Argyle could brush brush brush quick. She dropped back to the floor and scrub scrub scrubbed at the floor quicker than ever.