[Mise en scene: The hovel that is Dick Dastardly's house, shared by his mangy, flea-infested, flatulent and sex-crazed dog Muttley. The stench of canine and human flatus is evident, never mind all the Ozium used to try and deal with the odoure.] DICK DASTARDLY, rather irate and peeved: MUTTLEY!!! Do you not realise how much I have to shell out for this Ozium air sanitiser just to deal with the stench you wind up passing all the time? [Whereupon Muttley takes a match from nearby and points such at Dastardly's butt, as if sensing that his master is about to break wind again, hoping to light the match by the sheer strength of the gas discharge. And in mid-sentence essentially, Dick Dastardly releases significant flatus such as causes an explosion doing significant damage, knocking out Dastardly rather quickly while Muttley flees into the night on his canine sexual escapades, snickering all the while--and with Dastardly moaning "Muttley--!!" in some semblance of pain and discomfort.]
