Attack of the Washing Machine: Volume 2

As fun as this is:

I knew it was time to meet with the monster again.

I piled up my denims and walked to its lair.

There it sat:

I loaded it up, poured on my washing liquid and closed the lid.

I swiped my key.

I swiped my key.

Nothing.

Alas, the beast was dead.

Normally, the villagers would rejoice, but when their clothes are covered in slimy soap...

Suddenly, a distant jingling began to draw nearer.

A Chinese handyman!

How handy!

He gave a grunt and jiggled the plug.

The monster's red eyes flashed.

It was awake once more.

I swiped my key.

I swiped my key.

It began to roar.

And unfortunately, it leaked all over the floor.