"Wow."
"It looks like someone shaved a grizzly bear in there!"
"There's its tail!"
"Wow."
"That ain't nothin', there's more in there."
"We need to get The Wolverine."
"And a digital camera."
"Yeah. Wow."
"Is that oil?"
"No, it's that WHAM stuff they used the last time to try to fix it."
"Yuck! Smells like fish oil!"
"Damn! This is deeper than I thought it was!"
"Golly."


They're drilling my tub, the one with the chronic drainage problems. Apparently, the high squeal of metal on metal I hear is The Wolverine. It's a total high-tech operation.

Ohhh, when they're done, that tub's getting scoured with bleach.