Colin was panicking: he was currently armed with nothing but an empty pistol and someone was heading his way. He need to act fast, to do something... that's when he picked the most desperate of his options. He dove headfirst into the laundry basket and pulled a bunch of sweatpants over his head to conceal it.
The shadow grew closer, and closer and..... it... started growing... smaller?
The shadowy figure's form grew clearer, and then it made sense.
This figure was a grey haired old woman with a tight bun in a black cleaning apron, scuttling over to the laundry cart with a tired frown.
'Phew, that's a relief... for a second there I thought I was in serious trouble....' the gamer thought as the cart began to be pushed through the hall towards a metal door in the wall.
'Me and my big mouth.' was the last though Colin had as a guard helped dump the laundry down the chute.
Colin slid and plummeted along in the mass of clothes until he hit another cart with a thud. He moaned quietly as the cart was emptied into a washer and the door slammed on him.
"Alright, fabric softener, detergent, turn on the machine, crank up the tunes...." the guy said as Surfin' Bird blared on the speaker and Colin desperately called out in a spinning mass of water. Colin gagged and strained as washer water filled up his lungs and he clutched his wind pipe.
"Well a Bird Bird Bird, B-Bird's the word! Well a Bird Bird Bird, Bird is the word!" the guy said as he danced, unaware of a drowned man giving him the finger from inside the washing machine.
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Game Over: Man, he needs to be less wishy-washy... eh? Eh? Wishy-washy? ..... I'll be blunt, I'm running out of ideas for game overs. :P