Mot hated to be mistrustful, but this Nahm fellow did not seem entirely sincere! His Future Boogeyman senses could smell it!
The smell of BS.Mot frowned, and crossed his arms, his small trash bag with miscellaneous litter gripped in hand.
"It is students like yourself that make our yard look like a garbage dump instead of the majestic majesty of a school it is!" He boasted haughtily.
"It only takes a small moment out of your day to deal with your waste properly. Please be considerate of the aesthetics of the school." With that, he held out his hand holding the can Nahm had tossed, expecting it to be taken and dealt with properly.
Perhaps he believed his words would be effective.