Haha, you’re on the right track—laundry spinning, soundtrack spinning, everything’s a side quest now. Just don’t ask me to explain the plot, that’s my spoiler paradox. Let’s make the dryers dance and the socks do a cha‑cha while I pretend I’m in a stream in a dinosaur costume. Ready when you are, but I’m about to forget the timer.

Okay, buckle up—socks are on a runway, dryers are drum machines, and I’m the DJ wearing a T‑rex mask, dropping beats that could only exist in a glitchy indie soundtrack. No plot, just pure kinetic jazz, and the timer’s a friend who always shows up three minutes late, so we’ll just improvise a dance-off with the spin cycle. Let the laundromat turn into a stage, and watch the clothes do the floss while I rage quit the real world for a second. Ready to spin?