Dangling on the end of his mops rags, JD throws his entire body up and onto the mop handle as hard as he can. It seemed to have been working until...

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" Flump!

Yep the mop completely flipped over he landed once again on his back and the mop went flying off away from him like a slingshot. Dazed he shakes his head, closing his eyes. He was so done, no way would anyone be able to get him back on that mop, nor talk him into flying a mop again.

He'd just lay there...yeah, good idea. Everyone else could handle their mops, he was comforta....

SMACK! the mop lands rags down right on top of his face.