Overcoming the buggeration factor

[arrowsmithbt]

Muttered curses and imprecations came in a steady stream.
The Floo Network was on the blink and except for just three 
hours in the past 36 the world had been deprived of contact 
with Schloss Kneasy. 

This was bad. The dipstick in the gin tank was barely registering,
supplies of cholesterol were nearly exhausted and a nicotine
famine loomed.

Owls to the Network wizard had  resulted in little but apologies
and the feeble excuse that there was a blockage somewhere.
"Blockage? Soon see about that!" He lifted his megaphone.
"Boozy! Leave them toads alone and get down here this minute!"
Thumps and crashes echoed through stone passages as the 
diminutive and permanently pissed elvish emanuensis forgot
where the doorways were - again.

"Yesh, mashter?"
"Here! Strap this lavatory brush to yer head, stand in the fireplace
- hang on a minute, I'll just screw this pole in the appropriate
aperture. You're going up in the world, my lad!"
"Blockage? I'll show 'em!"
He heaved on the pole. Squeaks and a shower of soot cascaded
down the chimney. Kneasy  cautiously peered up the flue.
"Ah! a little behind, I see. Can't be helped."