What? You flushed Ms. Pisces down the drain?

An irrigation channel or a drainage pipe, maybe?

The drain, plugged with mold and rotting garbage, was like a sight from hell...

into pieces small enough to fit down the bath or toilet.

So, thanks to the hard work of our precious Crime Lab Drones, we successfully found the body pieces that were flushed from Mr. Hayama's residence.

- Videos?<br>- Of baby ducks falling into the ditches...

- The type that likes to worry, aren't you?<br>- She couldn't fall asleep after...

Have you seen Refnir? I told him to check out the well drain, but he never reported back.

Perhaps, but we've a ploughin' war to win. Haven't got the time to clean gutters.

Happen! Drain pool four! And bring me the guest book! Chop-chop!

And assuming you can squeeze through the grate. They barred the outlet to the river after I escaped.

The bomb flowed down with the run-off, came to rest on the grate and, to quote Bart - big boom.

What's four hundred yards long, weighs a hundred thousand tons, and is nuclear powered...? The answer's docked in the bay.

It tempts you to overuse it. Force a merchant to reduce his price, make an arrogant noble drink from the gutter, teach someone to show you respect… Can become hard to resist.