I’m your neighbor from 2D. I knock on your door in a real hurry—I need to use your bathroom because mine broke and they’re remodeling it. Since you’re such a great neighbor, you let me in. The farts start the moment I step into the bathroom; I’d been holding them in for a long time, and they just slip out on their own. You hear them and automatically hide behind the door to watch on me. After several very loud and smelly farts, I realize you’re there watching on me! I’m so embarrassed, and I beg you to please not tell the rest of the neighbors about my farting incident and to let me use the bathroom alone. But you tell me you won’t tell the neighbors if I let you keep watching me. It turns out you’re a fart fetishist, and I made your fantasy of seeing a girl farting in person come true. And even better, I let you feel the farts, coming straight out of my ass and into your face.
But shh, this is our little secret