Taking a breath, he tilted the pot. A steady, steaming stream arced down into the bowl. The cold water sloshed. He poured slowly, deliberately, watching the level rise to the rim. For a moment, nothing. The water sat there, a placid, hot pool.
He paused. Everything online warned against boiling water; it could crack the porcelain, turning a simple clog into a shattered nightmare. But his water was merely hot, like a powerful summer shower. hot water unclog toilet
The water level trembled. A single, fat air bubble surfaced, smelling of the primordial past. Frank held his breath. The water began to spin—a lazy, then frantic vortex. With a final, satisfying woosh that echoed off the tiles, the entire contents of the bowl vanished. The porcelain was clean, white, and empty, down to the last inch of clear water at the bottom. Taking a breath, he tilted the pot