I slip from sips of morning brew, or splash from sauces, fresh and new. From bustling markets I stake my blight, no ordinary wash can make me right. You scrub, you soak, you curse and pout, but I remain, quite annoying no doubt!

If one person’s out to get you, You might have an enemy. If everyone is out to get you, What you have might just be me.

What’s harder to catch the faster you run?

What has three letters and starts with gas.

I sound like a cross country speaking engagement hosted by Trump and Epstein, but really I’m how you secretly ruin someone’s plan, or even more, just an underwater projectile.