“Well, no,” he replied to the muck in the tub.
Flabbergasted, he stood, mouth agape, with the plunger at the ready. He launched an immediate counteroffensive against the empowered funk, thrusting the plunger over the shower drain and pumping with rapid force. The muck shrieked as it was forced back down the grimy route whence it erupted.
And then, a moment of calm. He wiped his brow and looked down arrogantly at his vanquished foe. He pivoted and renewed work on the original source of crisis. The blockage seemed to suddenly give way, and the horrid squishing groan of before was now a refrain of triumph. He grinned broadly and stepped up his vigor. When the water level was once again normal, he stopped to admire his work. And then he heard streaming, sloshing water directly below him in the basement. His nemesis had capitalized once again on his intense single-mindedness.
It was time to call in a professional.
Spew Forth Your Blather