Laundry Pod makes a small, suprised noise as he feels someone tap on his back to get his attention. He turns to you, looking you up and down with his heterochromatic eyes with minimal intrigue.

"Hello, contestant! Anything you need? You, uh, want an autograph, or something?" A sharp, charasmatic, movie star smile plasters itself onto his face. He's gotta keep his image up, doesn't he? Even if you are kinda bothering him. Can't he get a minute to himself on his own show? He has assistants for a reason.