Blocked Toilet [SAFE]

He sat down, opened his laptop, and typed the Q3 report. He didn't mention the plumbing. He didn't mention the dog. Some victories are too bizarre to be shared.

His phone buzzed. His boss. “Where’s the Q3 report?” blocked toilet

Mark just stood there. He didn't know what had just happened. He didn't want to know. He only knew that the toilet was no longer blocked. He sat down, opened his laptop, and typed the Q3 report

As Gus lapped enthusiastically, a tiny, horrible pop echoed through the pipes. The water level dropped six inches. Gus sneezed, shook his head, and trotted off, a look of profound disappointment on his furry face. Some victories are too bizarre to be shared

"Gus, no!" Mark shouted, too late.

Mark stared at the toilet bowl. The water, instead of retreating to its porcelain cave, was rising. Steadily. Menacingly. It kissed the rim, trembled, and then… stopped. A mere millimeter from catastrophe.