What kind of stupid asshole can't figure out that the fucking villa he's standing in might have laundering devices and towels? Are you really that stunted in the pan?

[Hi, Kid. Here's a grey-skinned teenager with horns, and horrendously messy hair.]

Then again, if you've gone to the trouble of fussing over arranging things in some freakish mirror of themselves to the extent you can't just drop the ball where it is, the answer is probably a deafening yes, you are that stunted.