I was pretty sure we were going to die right there. Ammonia + Fire? Good times pal.
I kept trying to talk him down, like a clocktower shooter. He kept trying to grab the spray out my hand. I'm quick, but he's a bless'ed wookie. Called me "cunty" and then sprayed the foamy poo right into the fire. My brain BSOD'd. We didn't die though, so we've got that going for us.
Seriously, with my asthma that foamy poo put me in a coma.
And of course, post foamy toilet spray inspection showed that the stove was still damn' filthy.
Any tips? Basic cleaning was enough everywhere else, but this poo is nast.