You are the Janitor’s assistant.

You leave every single room looking like a literal tornado passed through.

You are, in all probability, the best assistant the janitor has had.

This displeases some of the higher-ups, but they don’t seem to be able to do anything to stop you or the janitor.

Another game: God is about to die literally any minute now, but it’s probably fine because God is really, really, really fast.