J.D. continues walking down the hallway, feeling touched by Dr. Cox's unexpected words of praise. As he turns the corner, he sees the Janitor leaning against the wall.

Janitor: Well, well, well. If it isn't Little Miss Sunshine.

J.D.: (sighs) What do you want now, Janitor?

Janitor: Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to remind you how pathetic you are.

J.D.: (rolls his eyes) You know, I really don't have time for this.

Janitor: Oh, come on, Newbie. Don't be such a baby. You're so sensitive. It's adorable.

J.D.: (frustrated) Look, I don't know what your problem is, but can't you just leave me alone for once?

Janitor: (smirks) Sorry, kid. Can't do that. You're just too much fun to mess with.

J.D.: (defeated) Fine. Do your worst.

Janitor: Oh, I will. But first, I want you to do something for me.

J.D.: (skeptical) What?

Janitor: (grinning) Dance for me, monkey!

J.D.: (groans) I'm not dancing for you, Janitor.

Janitor: (laughs) Come on, Newbie. Don't be shy. Show me your moves.

J.D.: (resigned) Okay, fine. I'll dance.

J.D. starts doing an awkward, exaggerated dance, hoping to get it over with quickly.

Janitor: (laughing) That's it? That's your big dance? Man, you really are pathetic.

J.D.: (defeated) I know, I know. Can I go now?

Janitor: (smirks) Sure, go ahead. But remember, Newbie. I'll always be here to make your life miserable.

J.D. walks away, feeling embarrassed and frustrated. He can't help but wonder why the Janitor seems to enjoy tormenting him so much. As he heads back to work, he tries to shake off the encounter and focus on the positive moments of the day, like Dr. Cox's unexpected compliment.
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