Sandy visibly winced at the term. "Er, well, y'see, I'm not really a janitor, b-but I do clean up things from time t'time, so sometimes I sorta am, but I-I also move sand around, y'know, keep it all from bein' washed away, an' I fix up th' dunes so they don't collapse an' ponies don't fall an' hurt themselves, an' I reinforce them so they stay there a nice long time, an' I also sometimes make dunes, shape things so it looks all nice for folks, keep it lookin' all picturesque an' such. So it's not really a janitor-type job, even though I kinda do a bit of that here an' there, it's more like sculptin' th' whole beach, an' makin' it look all for pretty ponies. Uh, er, look all pretty for ponies. Th-though, th-that's not t'say y'aren't pretty, 'c-cause y'are. Pretty, that is. Y'look real nice an' all, I just...misspoke there, an' I think I been talkin' a bit much now, so I'll...I'll just be quiet...now..."
She was free to cut him off whenever, he'd ramble for quite a bit.