It’s a thing.
Here is a place. A place to put that stuff that pushes the clog through. It’s not great, the pusher, but the thing that it shoves away is worse. You know that thing, the blockage—the artist’s block. These are the magic, coaxing, down-the-drain substances.
Deserving of thanks.
So, thank you. Thank you for herding the chunks along, in all your haste, so the real work can mosey through.