 The IRS auditor actually told me, cleanliness is next to godliness. Remember, cleanliness is next to godliness. So make it kind of clean, but not too much. Amanda, more ambiguous on the dusting. And I was like, well, yeah, maybe. But I'd rather try to emulate God himself rather than some super clean dude that just happened to be sitting next to him. Look at you guys. No offense, Fry, but you've become a fat sack of crap. Sack? And Bender, your beer belly's so big your door won't even close. And that doesn't even make sense. Come on. You know what I mean? Honestly, like, what if God happened to be judging some super clean freak murderer dude that day, like Dexter or something? If there is some mental health foundation that raised money for people like you, please, be sure to let me know. So the super clean murderer dude just happened to be next to God just before God spited the snooper clean murderer dude casting him into the fiery pits of hell. You're gonna regret this the rest of your life. Both seconds, honey. The rubbing alcohol hand sanitizer, the clean freak bathed in every 15 minutes, bursting into a ball of flames on the way down. Like, I don't want to emulate that guy.