Reminds me of Basil Fawlty, "cuddle that and you'll never play the guitar again."
There it goes, disappearing into the drains, back into the underworld. I mean he's in the drains, the sewer. Yuck! Some of those pipes even go under my house. He could be crawling under my floor. Those pipes could be connected to our........where are these thoughts coming from. Double yuck......I'm feeling a bit queasy.....maybe I should lay down.