The farts are getting worse, and I’m writhing in despair while clutching my butt with one hand, since the farts are getting worse and smell worse and worse. I realize I need to go to the bathroom urgently—my farts are really wet! I cover my butt with one hand and run toward the bathroom, letting out little farts along the way. When I get to the bathroom, I realize it’s locked, and this time I can’t find the key; I keep farting desperately while covering my butt with one hand and saying that I’m having the worst farts of my life. I try to open the door, but it’s no use.
I realize that the homeowner has played a really mean prank on me with that appetizer, which is making me pass horrible farts, and by locking the door.
I give up trying to get into the bathroom and try to run out of the house, but I realize the homeowner has just arrived! At first I try to act like nothing’s wrong and that I’m here because of all his stuff, and that this time I’ll manage to take everything with me, but I let out some really loud farts; at first I deny it, but then I confess that I really need to use the bathroom or get out of his house, but the homeowner refuses to open the bathroom door. But before I can do anything, I let out some very wet farts and beg him to let me go—now! I try to hurry up and run out, but I crouch down and let out a few last farts, then run out clutching my butt desperately.
