Attack of the soap bubbles!

I was in a hurry. I was bound to make a terrible mistake. Not accounting for the excess laundry detergent I poured on my briefs, I poured in some more detergent for extra cleanliness. As I put the cap back on the bottle I discovered that the reason it poured all over me was because the neck was broken. Inspecting it closely I confirmed the problem when the cap slipped off again, pouring even more detergent into the laundry machine. I must have lost over half the bottle's contents before I stopped it from flowing. I was worried for being so wasteful but then I shrugged it off. What is the worst that could happen right?

It is only fair to warn you that I didn't know how potent this brand of detergent would be and that I usually had a maid do my laundry before I became self-reliant.

I turned on the laundry machine, and it didn't take long to for trouble to literally start stirring up. The lid to the laundry machine burst open within minutes, covering my naked body in a blanket of foam and soap bubbles. I thrashed my arms wildly hoping to keep the mess from spreading but to no avail. The foam just kept building up and building up that it pushed me out of the laundry room. Soap was flying everywhere.

Oh man, my roommate is gonna kill me.

There appeared to be no signs of the biblical flood of soap bubbles dying down. So it kept growing until it pushed me towards the front door. I either had to run outside naked again or drown in a sea of foam indoors.

I let out a wail as I threw open the door and jumped through like my life depended on it (which it technically did). A wave of soap bubbles followed me and I somehow managed to fight the onslaught well enough to shut the door behind me to contain the disaster.

Bubbles arose from beneath the door as I stood shell shocked and nude except for a coating of foam covering my abs, arms, legs, and genitals. Panting as I watched the puddle of soap enlarge at my doorstep, I pondered on what I was going to do next.