Jacob, mistaking your bag of laundry for garbage, puts it down the chute

"Let me just get rid of this first," Jacob says, and before you realize what he's doing he's pulled open the garbage chute, which screeches in protest, and tosses your laundry into it.

"Jacob! That's my laundry!" you cry out in horror as the chute screeches shut again.

"Uh..." he stares at it along with you.

"That's all the clothes I have! Except for this," you motion to your two scraps of cloth with some disgust.

"Well hold on, we can fix this. I mean, we can get help finding them. Maybe your neighbors, or maybe some guys I know..."

You shudder at the thought of getting your neighbors involved, but from the sounds you've ben making out here they might pop their heads out at any moment anyway. And you're not sure you want Jacob's friends ogling you right now either. Besides, crawling around in the trash sounds disgusting. But they're your only clothes.

"...fix you up at a store I know. It's not expensive, you could replace your stuff, get some better things," Jacob is saying, though you missed part of it. If he just offered to buy you clothes, that might be almost worth losing the last vestiges of your wardrobe.