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			Ahem, Ahem, te stori iz about to commenze yet agen. It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Yrmir, woke up in a disease-infested jungle. It was the fourth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly frustrated, Yrmir stroked a dull pencil, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, he realized that his beloved Unreal Star Cannon was missing! Immediately he called his bed-friend, Redigit. Yrmir had known Redigit for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were exotic ones. Redigit was unique. He was clever though sometimes a little... oafish. Yrmir called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
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	{{two other uses\|\|the acronym\|MOP (disambiguation)\|\|Mops (disambiguation)}}

			Redigit picked up to a very ecstatic Yrmir. Redigit calmly assured him that most South American hissing sloths cringe before mating, yet venomous koalas usually scandalously grimace after mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Yrmir. Why was Redigit trying to distract Yrmir? Because he had snuck out from Yrmir's with the Unreal Star Cannon only seven days prior. It was a curious little Unreal Star Cannon... how could he resist?
	A '''mop''' (such as a '''floor mop''') is a mass or bundle of coarse strings or yarn, etc., or a piece of cloth, sponge, or other absorbent material, attached to a pole or stick. It is used to soak up liquid, for ] and other surfaces, or to mop up dust, or for other cleaning purposes. The word (then spelled ''mappe'') is attested in English as early as 1496, but new refinements and variations of mop designs have been introduced, from time to time. For example, ] inventor ] received U.S. patent #241 for a mop holder in 1837 <ref>{{US patent\|241}}</ref> and ] inventor ] (U.S. patent #499,402) in 1893.<ref>{{US patent\|499,402}}</ref>

			It didn't take long before Yrmir got back to the subject at hand: his Unreal Star Cannon. Redigit turned red. Relunctantly, Redigit invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Unreal Star Cannon. Yrmir grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Redigit realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Unreal Star Cannon and he had to do it randomly. He figured that if Yrmir took the neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket, he had take at least seven minutes before Yrmir would get there. But if he took the Gravity? Then Redigit would be alarmingly screwed.
	==Types==
	===Classic yarn mop for wet use===
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	In daily speech, the term "mop" has been used in reference to a '''] mop'''. The mop (''eye'') consists of thick lengths of yarn (about 25 cm / 10 in) or, in newer models, soft strands of water-absorbing fabric. A yarn mop is usually mounted on a long (about 1.5 m or 5-foot) handle with a threaded-screw end on which the mop can be fastened by turning it clockwise.

			Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Redigit was interrupted by five stupid Unicorns that were lured by his Unreal Star Cannon. Redigit turned red; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling relieved, he deftly reached for his gerbil and thoughtfully grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the fanstic pumpkin patch, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Gravity rolling up. It was Yrmir.
	To clean a floor, the mop is soaked in a ] of water, into which some cleaning solution has usually been added, and swept against the floor surface. Some buckets include a ] to strain excess water from the mop, to control the amount of water transferred to the floor. Leaving excess (contaminated) water on the floor will result in a dirty residue.

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	Classic yarn mops (also known as string mops) can be made of several types of materials, including traditional cotton, synthetic fibers, a blend of cotton and synthetic, or microfiber. The cleaning effectiveness depends on the type of yarn.

			As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at IHOP to pick up a 12-pack of wolverines, so he knew he was running late. With a heroic leap, Yrmir was out of the Gravity and went earnestly jaunting toward Redigit's front door. Meanwhile inside, Redigit was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Unreal Star Cannon into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his George Foreman grill. Redigit was displeased but at least the Unreal Star Cannon was concealed. The doorbell rang.
	===Dry-mop, dust-mop===
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	A ''dry-mop'' or ''dust-mop'' is designed to pick up dry, loose contamination such as dust, earth and sand from the surface of the floor. It consists of yarn and/or ] and is used as a first step in cleaning a floor.

			'Come in,' Redigit wildly purred. With a deft push, Yrmir opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid coke fiend in a spaceship,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Redigit assured him. Yrmir took a seat RIGHT next to where Redigit had hidden the Unreal Star Cannon. Redigit sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Yrmir was distracted. Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, Redigit noticed a abrasive look on Yrmir's face. Yrmir slowly opened his mouth to speak.
	Professional dry mops consist of a flat sheet of ] textile or sheets with a surface of looped yarn, usually about 15 cm wide, and comes in variable lengths (usually 30 – 100 cm).

			'...What's that smell?'
	The dry-mop can in many instances replace a broom and has the ability to hold a limited amount of dust or sand within itself. Ideally, it should be machine washed when it becomes saturated with dust. Another option is using a vacuum cleaner to suck surface dust away from the mop, however this is limited in its effectiveness.

			Redigit felt a stabbing pain in his double chin when Yrmir asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Unreal Star Cannon right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A clueless look started to form on Yrmir's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's potatos from when she used to have pet man-eating capybaras. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Yrmir nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Redigit could react, Yrmir carefully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Unreal Star Cannon was plainly in view.
	Single-use dry-mops are also available and widely sold.

			Yrmir stared at Redigit for what what must've been six seconds. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Redigit groped earnestly in Yrmir's direction, clearly desperate. Yrmir grabbed the Unreal Star Cannon and bolted for the door. It was locked. Redigit let out a flamboyant chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Yrmir,' he rebuked. Redigit always had been a little selfish, so Yrmir knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Redigit did something crazy, like... start chucking bananas at him or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his Unreal Star Cannon tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
	===Wet-mop, moist-mop===
	A '''wet mop''' or '''moist mop''' is, in professional cleaning, used as in the second step in the cleaning of a surface. The wet mop is swept over the surface to dissolve and absorb fat, mud and dried-in liquid contaminations. Professional wet-mops consist of a flat sheet of microfiber textile or a sheet with a surface of looped yarn (which might contain microfiber as well), usually about 15 cm wide, and come in various lengths (usually 30 – 100 cm).

			Redigit looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Yrmir. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eight days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Yrmir. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Redigit walked over to the window and looked down. Yrmir was gone.
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	Image:Mop for wet use, looped microfiber, velcro back, 60 cm.jpg\|Flat wet-mop (pre-moisting). ] microfiber with velcro mounting on back.

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	Image:Mop for wet use, looped microfiber, velcro back, 60 cm (back view).jpg\|Flat wet-mop (back view of previous mop).

			Just yonder, Yrmir was struggling to make his way through the magical cornfield behind Redigit's place. Yrmir had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Unicorns suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Unreal Star Cannon. One by one they latched on to Yrmir. Already weakened from his injury, Yrmir yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Unicorns running off with his Unreal Star Cannon.
	Image:Mop for wet or dry use, open end microfiber, looped yarn edge, velcro back, 60 cm.jpg\|Flat mop for dry or wet (pre-moisting) use. Open-end microfiber with looped yarn edges. Velcro back.
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			About six hours later, Yrmir awoke, his fingernail throbbing. It was dark and Yrmir did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious haunted thicket, Yrmir was abnormally lost. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he remembered that his Unreal Star Cannon was taken by the Unicorns. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a shrunken Unicorn emerged from the secret vineyard. It was the alpha Unicorn. Yrmir opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Unicorn sunk its teeth into Yrmir's double chin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Yrmir's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
	===Mops for pre-moisting===
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	Professional flat mops are made for pre-moisting. Mops are pre-impregnated with an ideal amount of water mixed with an appropriate amount detergent. This means that the cleaner does not need to bring any additional water on the cleaning trolley. This ideal amount is often recommended by the manufacturer in terms of weight percent of water per weight of the dry mop, for example "175% water per weight of the dry mop".

			Less than six miles away, Redigit was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Unreal Star Cannon. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened carrot. With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his double chin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Yrmir... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Unreal Star Cannon that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Unicorns, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
	Mops for pre-moisting are flat sheets of (often ]) textile, usually about 15 cm wide, and comes in variable lengths (usually 30 – 100 cm). Mops for pre-moisting are fastening on a handle with a flat pad mount with the aid of ] or a pouch on the mop, in which the pad on the handle fits.

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	====Pre-moisting====
	Pre-moisting can be done with a special washing machine or by hand by simply folding and packing the mops tight in a container and pouring the measured amount of water over them. The mops will then need about 5 – 10 minutes for the liquid to distribute evenly in their tissue before use.

	=====Advantages=====
	* The cleaner does not have to have a bucket of water with him/her when sweeping the floor, but simply carries an appropriate number of mops. This means the weight of the equipment can often be kept lower.
	* The risk of over-wetting the floor and leave pools which collect dust is eliminated if the wetting is ideal.

	===Hot mop===
	The ''hot mop'' (or steam mop) follows a similar concept to a ]. After adding water, the water is heated to make it exude on top of a floor, which can then be cleaned without using a cleaning solvent. These can work best on surfaces where a regular mop would also be used, such as bare floors, hearths, and laminate.

	===Syntho-mop===
	A ''syntho-mop'' such as the ] is not considered a mop, because even though it performs the same function as a traditional mop, the lack of hand operation makes it ineligible for status as a mop.<ref>"", IRobot.com, retrieved on 2008-10-10.</ref>

	===Microfiber Mop===
	Microfiber mops are constructed of a blend of ] and ] fibers which are “split” and formed into a single fiber. This blend consists of 70-90% polyester that serves as the scrubbing and cleaning fiber and 10-30% polyamide which performs as the holding and quick drying fiber. This blend is usually expressed as a ratio on the label of the mop, e.g. an 80% polyester and 20% polyamide blend would be labeled as "80/20".

	==Handles and mounting==
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	A mop handle consists of a long piece of wood or aluminium tubing fitted with a specific mount for the mop. The handle can be attached for mounting a mop on it by means of:

	:* screwing (as with the classic yarn mop)
	:* velcro (as with many professional flat mops)
	:* pouch (as with many professional flat mops)
	:* clamp
	:* hanger (with strands doubled over the hanger)
	:* plastic claws (attached to the strands)

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	==Traditional construction==
	In her book “Maggie's Memories” Margaret Wadkin (late of Hickling, near Melton Mowbray) describes the use of a mop nail for constructing home made mops from old pieces of cloth during her village childhood in the early 20th century. "The mop nail was made by the blacksmith (if there are any still around, they will be antiques). This nail was several inches long with a point at the end and a flat head a couple or so inches wide., we would stand the nail on its flat head, cut pieces of old material into squares and push over the sharp end of the nail and when enough fix a piece of leather, then push the sharp point into the mop stale or handle. There was a knack of twisting these mops over the wrist to swish away surplus water, every woman could use one of these useful mops."<ref>Maggie's Memories. Childhood Memories of Hickling. Privately published memoirs.</ref>

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Revision as of 11:48, 3 December 2012

Ahem, Ahem, te stori iz about to commenze yet agen. It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Yrmir, woke up in a disease-infested jungle. It was the fourth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly frustrated, Yrmir stroked a dull pencil, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, he realized that his beloved Unreal Star Cannon was missing! Immediately he called his bed-friend, Redigit. Yrmir had known Redigit for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were exotic ones. Redigit was unique. He was clever though sometimes a little... oafish. Yrmir called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

  Redigit picked up to a very ecstatic Yrmir. Redigit calmly assured him that most South American hissing sloths cringe before mating, yet venomous koalas usually scandalously grimace *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Yrmir.  Why was Redigit trying to distract Yrmir?  Because he had snuck out from Yrmir's with the Unreal Star Cannon only seven days prior.  It was a curious little Unreal Star Cannon... how could he resist?

  It didn't take long before Yrmir got back to the subject at hand: his Unreal Star Cannon. Redigit turned red. Relunctantly, Redigit invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Unreal Star Cannon. Yrmir grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Redigit realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Unreal Star Cannon and he had to do it randomly. He figured that if Yrmir took the neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket, he had take at least seven minutes before Yrmir would get there.  But if he took the Gravity?  Then Redigit would be alarmingly screwed.

  Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Redigit was interrupted by five stupid Unicorns that were lured by his Unreal Star Cannon. Redigit turned red; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling relieved, he deftly reached for his gerbil and thoughtfully grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the fanstic pumpkin patch, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the Gravity rolling up.  It was Yrmir.

o0o----

  As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at IHOP to pick up a 12-pack of wolverines, so he knew he was running late.  With a heroic leap, Yrmir was out of the Gravity and went earnestly jaunting toward Redigit's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Redigit was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the Unreal Star Cannon into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his George Foreman grill. Redigit was displeased but at least the Unreal Star Cannon was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

  'Come in,' Redigit wildly purred.  With a deft push, Yrmir opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid coke fiend in a spaceship,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Redigit assured him. Yrmir took a seat RIGHT next to where Redigit had hidden the Unreal Star Cannon. Redigit sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But Yrmir was distracted. Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, Redigit noticed a abrasive look on Yrmir's face. Yrmir slowly opened his mouth to speak.

  '...What's that smell?'

  Redigit felt a stabbing pain in his double chin when Yrmir asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Unreal Star Cannon right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A clueless look started to form on Yrmir's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's potatos from when she used to have pet man-eating capybaras.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Yrmir nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Redigit could react, Yrmir carefully lunged toward the box and opened it.  The Unreal Star Cannon was plainly in view.

  Yrmir stared at Redigit for what what must've been six seconds. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Redigit groped earnestly in Yrmir's direction, clearly desperate. Yrmir grabbed the Unreal Star Cannon and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Redigit let out a flamboyant chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Yrmir,' he rebuked. Redigit always had been a little selfish, so Yrmir knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Redigit did something crazy, like... start chucking bananas at him or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his Unreal Star Cannon tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

  Redigit looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Yrmir. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eight days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Yrmir. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Redigit walked over to the window and looked down. Yrmir was gone.

o0o----

  Just yonder, Yrmir was struggling to make his way through the magical cornfield behind Redigit's place. Yrmir had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral Unicorns suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Unreal Star Cannon.  One by one they latched on to Yrmir.  Already weakened from his injury, Yrmir yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Unicorns running off with his Unreal Star Cannon.

  About six hours later, Yrmir awoke, his fingernail throbbing.  It was dark and Yrmir did not know where he was.  Deep in the mysterious haunted thicket, Yrmir was abnormally lost. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he remembered that his Unreal Star Cannon was taken by the Unicorns. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life.  That's when, to his horror, a shrunken Unicorn emerged from the secret vineyard.  It was the alpha Unicorn. Yrmir opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Unicorn sunk its teeth into Yrmir's double chin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Yrmir's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

  Less than six miles away, Redigit was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Unreal Star Cannon.  'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened carrot.  With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his double chin.  As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Yrmir... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him.  But he would die alone that day.  All that remained was the Unreal Star Cannon that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise.  And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Unicorns, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.  Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead.  So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

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