Custom: You and I talk briefly, and you notice me holding my stomach. You ask me if I have to fart. I tell you of course not. Girls don't fart.I of course need to fart so bad it's hurting my stomach. I excuse myself and go room from room to fart so you won't know. You eventually catch me and reassure me it's fine, and you don't care. To make me feel more comfortable, you make it into a game; I have to guess what my fart is going to sound like.