Evil satan of laundry

The inn had many washer and dryers to clean the guests clothing. It was a perfect place for evil to rain upon their clothing, and other household equipment ranging from a bathtub to the vacuum. The evil deeds were from one, and only one non dared say his name. Just the thought of him was pure evil, running ragged and ramped around in the washer and dryer area. He stayed forever with his evilness purging thru the inn. Stepping out of the dryer, as he would soon wonder around his hair frizzed up from all the static. His feet weight heavy with the socks and rags clinging to his feet, his shirt had a pair of pink slippers stuck to the back of them. Slowly he walked up the stairs to the ground floor and made his way over to where he could get a do most of the evil deeds his mind ran around with. His back dryer lint would curl around as if it were his hair. His hair upon his head tangled and in a mess with a small baby sock sticking out off the top of his head. Seeing that nobody seemed to be around at this time, he pushed the button upon the faucet and began to drink some water. His hair would slowly lower down over his shoulders, covering his back as the weaves of his hair tangled in with the dryer lint upon his back making his hair fuller and shined as the lights above were flickering.