Intestines: Oh Yeah, I feel the need to let go of some really noxious air. Aaahhhh.....what a relief.
Silently everyone:
noses instantly notice the toxic odor.
Prayers are being said, for the elevator doors can't open fast enough.
Don't care if it is the wrong floor, I'm out of here.
The loud expelling of noxious gas draws immediate unwanted attention, the glares of a peaceful group, suddenly you feel sense an uneasy, the unrest, a linch mob is about to form, and you are the principal attraction.
Hello. I see you hunted with Sampie recently. If you don't mind me asking, where did you hunt with him? Zim or SA? And was it with a bow? What did you hunt?
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