Arthur gagged, wiping a streak of black muck from his cheek. "Right," he muttered to the silence of the basement. "Pressure buildup."
Arthur adjusted his grip. This was the "clog." The enemy. He imagined a nest of hair, perhaps the skeletons of cotton swabs, all bound together by the calcified fat of a thousand cooking nights—a "fatberg" in miniature.
Arthur gagged, wiping a streak of black muck from his cheek. "Right," he muttered to the silence of the basement. "Pressure buildup."
Arthur adjusted his grip. This was the "clog." The enemy. He imagined a nest of hair, perhaps the skeletons of cotton swabs, all bound together by the calcified fat of a thousand cooking nights—a "fatberg" in miniature. clearing blocked drain