Okay, uh, dryer lesson time, then. C'mon.

[He'll just divert into the laundromat, he supposes? It's time to mess with dryers without breaking them, hopefully.

Or: he stands around staring at one of the dryers for a bit, before he sets about trying to pull it away from the wall. It's a lot of shifting one corner at a time, but sure enough, he gets the dryer pulled like, a foot out? Enough for the Tubes to be seen.]

There—that sucked. Hey, do you think taking this apart is a crime? I don't wanna get cuffed for education.