Having completed his rather futile attempts at drying his soaked clothing he unbuckled his pants and balled them up. Now only clad in his soaked tighty-whities, his tails tucked between his legs in shame, he scuttled into his laundry room and stuffed his pants into the washing machine. He peeled off his underpants and threw that in too. Standing in nothing but his work shirt and tie, he threw in some cleaning detergent, closed the lid, and started the machine.
As the sounds of water gushing into the interior chamber of the machine filled the room Kazard hopped on top of the machine and placed his head in his head, kneading his hair into his head as he stressfully thought over what had just happened to him.