You'd think praying would get you better results, in a place like this.

[He is not going to enjoy that feather duster, but he's taking it. The sooner all this gets finished, the sooner he can be done with it and get the fuck out-- so excuse him, he's just hopping up onto the ceiling here.]

Here, you get whatever's down there, I'll handle... [Chuuya squints down at the top of that shelf, giving it a disgusted look.] -the shit up here. Pretty sure nobody's ever even tried to dust this off.