Not to Be Confused with the Laundry Wars

I fight demons in my kitchen almost every day. Sponges and dish detergent are my weapons, and warm water helps me refresh between battles.

This week was different, though. On Tuesday, just when I thought I had fought the final boss, the unthinkable happened. All of the enemies I had dispatched to the depths of the dark drain came back, and I had to fight them one by one without saving.

Boy, did it stink.

Then my apartment's maintenance people came and unclogged the drain with sheer skill and my plunger.

The final cutscene was not particularly entertaining, so I will spare the details.