|They also made for cool earrings and elastic-fired projectiles|
|I still quiver in fear|
Finally, the Ninja moves on to their last test. The Trial of multi-tasking. In this last challenge, students would be forced to figure out how to sort white clothes from colours while measuring the proper amount of soap, cleaning out pockets for loose change, lipstick, gum and figuring out just what the hell each setting on the infernal machine known as "The Washer" actually meant. Too much soap would lead to catastrophic consequences. Not enough, and the stink of eternal skid marked undies would shame the Ninja for life.
I look back on my trials fondly, as they are what shaped me into the Laundry Ninja I am today. In a heartbeat, I can sort clothes into piles before the family even knows the clothes are missing. I can throw folded socks over 1000 feet with the accuracy of a Shuriken. I can wield shirt hangers like the blade of a Ninjato; slicing through the piles of laundry like the bodies of my enemies.
|Not Really an Ninja but still likes to pretend|