Always Remove the Seasonal Hog Expressly the Legends
Unveil
Wodred
stepped into the TV room. There were so
many branching corridors and turns to the left and right in the building that
he had no idea where he was. Of course
it was reassuring to find not only a TV, but a group of people watching it, but
this reassurance was quickly subsumed by his irritation at how loud the TV
was. One man among the group had glanced
at him as he entered, but otherwise the remaining half dozen or so had remained
transfixed by the ephemeral images on the screen. Wodred slipped into one of the sofas
scattered about and soon purposed to fart as strenuously as possible, gambling
with himself that no one would hear it above the blare.
Cooking up
the stinker, Wodred studied the backs of the men’s heads. They seemed to be lifeless except for
occasional twitches, like the unconscious movement of a lion’s tail. He presumed they were—wait, here comes the
fart, he thought. He rode the release
like a man on a bicycle with no brakes.
The fart must be violent, but controlled. He kept his eyes on the man who had seen him
enter as he cut loose.
As he had
predicted, the sound could not be heard.
On the
screen, two fashion models were laughing at how easy it was to save money on
car insurance. The men, none of whom
could possibly own a car, seemed spellbound by the contrived discussion. Suddenly, Wodred was struck by the expanding
wave of corruption. It was a bad one.
In his
haste to exit the room before his secondary presence became known, Wodred
attracted the attention of the one man, the latter offering to change the
channel for him.
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