By the time he got the mop, the damage was done.
Not from a person. From the machine. A low, grinding shriek like a metal cat being pulled through a keyhole. Then came the foam. Thick, white, angry foam pushed past the rubber seal of the dishwasher door, hissing as it hit the kitchen floor. It smelled like a swimming pool that had been set on fire. can you pour drano in a dishwasher
Leo nodded, sheepish.
There it was: the neon-blue genie in a bottle. Drano Max Gel. By the time he got the mop, the damage was done