Laundry again. Apparently he had done it wrong last time, or so he had been told.

Well, fine then. This time he would do this laundry thing right. “Hey,” he turned to a fellow citizen, “So, can you help me with this?” They grinned at him. They were in for theft, same as he was, though they'd been stealing cameras from tourists and not, well, breaking and entering.

“Sure, Shaun!” they said, moving over to the machine to hover behind Shaun as he started the load. “So, for this load, its filthy. You gotta use more than what it says on the dust box.”

“You mean the detergent?”

“Yeah, the clean-dust. You have to pour, uh...” a major amount of bright-colored powder found its way into the machine, not all of it in the right container, “That much.”

“Oh yeah?” Shaun watched with interest. This was completely counter-intuitive, but hey. He wasn't the laundry expert!

“Yeah. And you see that stain there? Well, you have to put this stuff...” the man took out the bleach, “On it directly... Oh, and on that stain too.” Shaun didn't want to know about that stain. “You dont want to use too much bleach, though. Thats what the dust is going to do.”

“Ohh, I see.” Shaun watched as the bleach was added.

“Okay, now for this stuff.” his friend took out the fabric softener. “This stuff, well, we're in a prison so we gotta use a lot, right?”

“Why?” Shaun asked, pouring the rest of the bottle in,

“Well, because these aren't the best clothes, right? So they need extra help...”

“Makes sense.”

“Doesn't it?”

Shaun set the load to washing. “Thanks, buddy.” he said. The man's smile deepened into something... less nice.

“Sure thing Shaun.” he said, “Be back in a bit.” he left, laughing, and Shaun had a very bad feeling. So, he stuck around, doing his stretches and excercising a little... until the machine began to make some very strange sounds.

“Oh no.” Shaun stood up and backed up towards the door, warily, as the machine began to grumble and choke and growl. “What did I do?!”

Suddenly, the machine's door opened on its own and spewed out its contents – spew was the only word he could use to describe the rush of water, suds, and clothing.

“s**t!” he cursed, frantically picking up the clothes. He was in trouble, now.

He turned at the sound of laughter to see his 'friend'. “What the hell?!” he exclaimed, gesturing to the washing machine as the man howled with laughter, “Holy... you set me up!”

“Enjoy mopping!” the man laughed, before leaving Shaun with the mess.

“I wont forget this, you b*****d...” Shaun grumbled, watching the man leave, a dark expression on his face. But, that would have to wait until later. With a few unhappy mutters, he set to cleaning up.

At least the clothes were clean? Right?