Drain - Bunnings Snake

He knelt before the sink cabinet, a flashlight clamped between his teeth. The pipe emerged from the wall like a dark, wet nostril. He fed the snake’s tip in—a blunt, serrated head designed to chew through the apocalypse. The first metre slid in easily. The second metre felt… organic.

Greg looked down. Floating in the muck on his lap was a rusted, skeletal potato peeler, a blackened hair tie, and something that may have once been a spoon. bunnings snake drain

Greg grabbed his keys. He was a landlord, not a plumber, but times were tight. A plumber would cost $400 just to show up. A Bunnings snake? $89. He knelt before the sink cabinet, a flashlight

Greg cranked the handle. The snake bucked, a live thing fighting back. He leaned his weight into it, sweat beading on his forehead. Grind. Twist. Shove. The steel groaned. The pipe made a sound like a dying cow. He gave one final, furious shove. The first metre slid in easily