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Being kinda sore from the earlier antics, Bing elected to do something (relatively) simple. Laundry. He also needed to pick up a new undershirt, since his old one was outside the walls somewhere, giving an Undying a hard time.

He grabbed what he deemed to be a sizable load, trying not to mind the smell coming from it. People had been working up a sweat around here. He decided to go with a little extra of the detergent, just for that reason. These clothes were going to be clean, dammit! Stuffing them into an available washer, he poured the detergent in, and started the machine so it'd fill the load with water.

In the meantime, he added the bleach, using the supplied measuring cup. No sense using any more, or less, then he had to, bleach was one of those things you needed everywhere in a place like a prison, not just the laundry room. Bing absently wondered if firing a syringe of this stuff into the Undying would have any affect. Could be worth a shot...

Now fabric conditioner, on the other hand. This stuff was a luxury. Bing only added a little to the load. People could just be freaking itchy, as far as he was concerned. He wanted the stuff to last. It smelled nice, and reminded him of better times.

With the final ingredient added, all that was left for Bing to do was rummage through the clean laundry pile for an undershirt big enough to fit him, then wait. He took a seat on one of the benches against the wall, and dozed off. When he woke up, the load was ready to be transferred to the dryer, and Bing figured he'd could leave the folding to whatever poor schmuck needed the dryer next. He had a certain albino to look after.