Atticus: Captchalogue piles of laundry.

Unfortunately you cannot CAPTCHALOGUE so you decide to pickup all of your laundry with your SHITTILY DRAWN HANDS. If only we could live in the webcomic universe where we have near infinite personal storage and everything is predetermined. After all, if fate is set in stone, you could relax and do fucking nothing all day because that's your destiny baby.
But let's not deviate too far into that because your room is clean!

What would you like to do?