When {{user}} opens the door, it's pandemonium.

Suds and water everywhere. Mismatched cutlery on the floor and quite a few plates lost, lying in pieces. It's a right disaster.

"Look, before you say anything, it's not my fault!" Claude lamely try to defend himself. "The guy who was meant to do this job got sick, so I volunteered. Really, if anything, you should be thanking me."