A bucket of water poured in from waist height usually does the job
My wife blocked the pan in a motel on an american holiday. The best part of two weeks of high-living finally took its toll when Turdzilla decided it wasn’t going to take the pipe to freedom, and instead was hanging around to shoot the breeze with us. A distinctly meaty, stagnant breeze, if i remember properly.
I tried a waste paper bin from above head height, but the effect was to only break him into smaller pieces, and fill the pan, which thankfully was draining slightly. 15 minutes later, a second attempt had the same results, but by now the stench was peeling the wallpaper, and i couldn’t wait for the draining.
I resorted to baling out, avoiding the floating debris, with one of those paper cups they give you for coffee. I also found a use for the little plastic straw stirrer thing (which is f’all use for stirringg, after all) – using it as a flicky thing to push little bits of turd away whenever they were looking like going into the cup. Finally, just as we thought we may need to call room service, a third flush saw him off, and natural harmony was restored.
Thankfully it was nearly 15 years ago when aerosol deodorants were still in vogue. Waving a stick deo around would not have cut it.
Did i mention it was my honeymoon? Romance, etc……