*Pppp-ffffffffff-pppppppp-tttttttt-t-t!!!!!!* [*-blu-blu-blu-b*-]
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[sound of the cruelly-conceived *release* in slow-motion, so thick that it's almost like a… potion 🧪💨💀💀💀]
One can almost see the noxious cloud forming - Jake's contribution to global warming.
[Warning ☠️☠️☠️ Toxic. Waste. Foul ⚠️‼️⛔️⚠️⛔️‼️] - this would have been the likely label, for what Jake had brought, and *uncorked*, at the table…
"O-Oh dear! It appears that I've got indigestion… w-would going to the restroom be out of the question?!?!"
Jake spoke up meekly, even as the two men exchanged a glance discreetly.
"S- *cough* [oh sh**, m-must n-not b-breathe… Aargh!!! I-It's too late!!!] *keroff-hack-splutter-wheeeeze* S-Sure…!?!…?!" Fatteus wheezed, coughed, wheezed again, choked, and… as the Audience looked on, in slow-motion, sickening horror… *i-inhaled* as he unfortunately… took in the predicament - Jake's powerful 'bursting of the dam' was like a ballistic bomb blowing past brick and cement…
Not to mention the room was small, and lacked ventilation - all of which had been factored into Judas' cunningly-contrived-calculation, and now, resulted in this… cursed situation… 💀✨
There was nothing for it. Eyes watering, Fatteus got up, and, with a forced, almost-foam-flecked smile, as briskly as he was able to, ambled to the door, gesturing to Jake that he had the floor.
"I.. implore… you, Jake, please go, by all means… [aside: dareIsay we've had our fair share of beans…]"
Of course, in this noxious, nauseating crime scene, still, not all was as it seemed…
Ostensibly, Fatteus had gone to open the door, and explain to Jake where to go, but as you, esteemed Great Grandmaster Reader of this novel 😍✨💖🔥 - by now would know, to be fair, the real reason was a matter of life and death!!!
-He needed fresh air.
At the same time, this was Jake's chance. The awkward distraction meant that crucially, for an important few moments, Fatteus didn't - couldn't - even spare him a glance…
"…A-aniki…" *whispered, murmured by Jake* "I-I've done my part. Now it's time for you to act, after my… fragrant fart."
"Leave it to me, lil' bro. You've done well. Now rest a little, and enjoy the show."
Judas, calm, purposeful, in control, immediately took over Jake's - literally, and in more ways than one - spent shell, commending his efforts which had created this olfactory hell 🫢✨.