A/N: This is something kinda/sorta/ok, not really, like my other story "Top Ten Ways You'll Die If You Live In Camelot". I hope my possibly nonexistent audience likes it.
TIP #1: When in doubt, throw it in the laundry because it's probably dirty anyway.
Madge the laundrywoman's eyebrow reached record heights when Merlin, the prince's servant, came to deliver his laundry. The wicker basket was carefully balancing a pile of clothes taller than she was. In fact, most of it didn't even look like clothes! Was that Morgana's long lost cat mewling for help somewhere in there? How had it not been smothered?
"All this in one week?" Madge asked, looking skeptically at Merlin, who was taking a particular interest in an invisible speck of dust on his fingernail.
"Erm...yes. The prince is a real diva when it comes to clothes." he answered sheepishly.
"I see."
The servant boy sneezed, and the giant pile of (mostly) clothes toppled to the floor, crushing a passing servant.
"Take it back. Now." Madge said, not at all amused.
"Yes ma'am." Merlin replied meekly, quickly scooping up the laundry.