gas excerpt #seven
Another loud rumble came from his belly, followed by a meaty, damp and deep fart with an aroma worthy of a decomposing corpse. Adam knew that if he continued without Nick's help, he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. He was in a real fight with his own farts... and he was losing.
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“What was that? I’m sure I heard something!”, Mrs. Jasmine said with a look of shock. “Oh, and what’s that unholy smell? It’s like something died in this restaurant. I’ve never tasted anything so bitter on my tongue”, Tasha’s mother said, with a disapproving expression as she fanned the air.
“This kitchen really overdoes the seasoning! That must have been it, mom. I’ll talk to the chef later so he can try to be more restrained next time”, Tasha said, trying to save her own boyfriend’s life. She turned to Adam, with an expression of “You know what scrambled eggs do to your stomach!”, but at the same time saying with her eyes: “Don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you.”
At that instant, the band started to play even louder, with the drummer accompanying them intensely. Adam saw this as his ultimate salvation. He gave a slight smile of relief, but not without casting a glance at Tasha, who was really hoping her boyfriend would stop releasing methane blasts every time he swallowed a shrimp.
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Adam took advantage of the moment when an opera singer seemed to scream at the top of her lungs to relieve a little more of his “internal stress”.
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However, the smell... that could not be masked even by the most magnificent solo of the band. Jasmine wrinkled her nose again, this time more intensely, as if she had just seen a huge rat, and turned to Harold, who also seemed uncomfortable.
“Harold, is a dish spoiled?”, she asked, fanning the air with her napkin very dramatically. “It’s impossible to breathe! I can smell a piercing odor in the air.”
Harold looked around and nodded, a little less politely this time. Now he was looking really bothered.
“There must be a problem in the kitchen, my love. Maybe it's something burnt... or an ingredient that's out of date. I don't know how this restaurant keeps its reputation like this!'', Mr. Harold complained.
Tasha held back a laugh, biting the inside of her cheek as she looked at Adam, who was now pink with embarrassment and sweating coldly. He tried to compose himself, but he knew there was no escape. The smell gave away the source of the problem. Soon, it would be impossible to hide the very loud noises his farts made when he ate too much protein. Two more farts escaped from Adam's ass, coming out as fast as a jet. He felt the warm and sickly air release from inside him.
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''Oh, that's enough! I'll talk to the waiter, excuse me'', Jasmine said, ready to demand an explanation.
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