Dreams.

I had a dream that a gang of scientist-cultists with a clearly defined corporate structure had taken over my kitchen, secretly, as far as they thought. From a conversation I overheard, I gathered that during an expedition to deep caves on distant islands, they had discovered a chthonic biomass that invades the human body and transforms it into something terrible, and they wanted to use it to create some kind of cells and secretly feed them to all the workers. When they moved to another room, I sneaked into the kitchen and saw this biomass in a pot – it looked like ordinary pink minced meat, but I added some water and actually saw it move. I was faced with a serious task – how to get rid of this terrible find and protect the workers, all without being discovered? I couldn't find any other discreet way out than to flush it down the toilet – it probably wouldn't end well, considering that it reacted to the water, but let the people in black with special equipment on the other side of the sewer deal with it; what's critically important to me right now is the success of my mission.

That's how I saved the workers.