Hey there. Yeah, thanks for having me. My name is Cleany Gunhands, and I love to clean, but I also have guns for hands instead of regular human hands for hands. I’m stuck in a scary digital hell dimension where I’m thrown into a very messy house or cafe or something and, like, I have to stop a bomb sometimes. There are others there, and they’re always yelling at me, yelling, ‘Dang-it, Cleany! Stop shooting the fridge and help us make these walls strong! We need the strong walls! But I’m just trying to clean the fridge, but I can’t because I have hands that aren’t hands, but guns instead of regular human hands.