nobody knows i think about ir/on/hi/de embarrassing biological functions for at least an hour a day minimum.
except for now of course
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i just. hopping into your truck to discover he's had contact with a food he shouldn't have, and even in truck mode he's gotten a case of the bubble guts, but you both know you need to be somewhere so he can't just stay home.
and as they make their way up the I-17 or whatever ir/on/hi/de just spews thick black smoke from the smokestacks with a deep bassy bbrrmmppbth! and he's fucking dying of shame and mortification, even if the only one who knows what's going on is wi/ll.
then he shits himself on the highways and black sludge spews from his exhaust pipe and he feels WAAAAY better until he remembers he's on a highway and he's gonna get in soooo much trouble for that. not to mention, of course, the whole fact it's a public space.
//he's probably also thrown up on the highway and it probably spews from the front grille maybe.
just.... ir/on/hi/de has a deceptively sensitive tummy and if he's screwed up... you'll know in under an hour.
