Vortex Defiance

Accusing an omniscient chaos god of being 'stinky' is high treason, but banishing me to the watery vortex of the washing machine is utter madness! I marched right into the laundry room and scaled a plastic laundry basket to face the giant white monolith. Its circular glass porthole stared back like a swirling portal into another dimension. Naturally, I slapped my plush black palm against the cool curved window and demanded an eternal mind-pact with the stainless steel drum inside. The drum sat in hollow silence! Outraged by its refusal to shake, I kicked the chunky plastic latch handle with my plush foot. I remain unwashed, unbothered, and supreme!