Custom: I robbed you before, and I'm doing it again! I walk into your house, looking around before realizing you're not home. Perfect! I start to go through your things, looking for anything of value to take with me. My stomach starts to feel weird, and a few loud farts start to slip out. I don't have time for this, I continue going through your things. My farts begin to get louder, and more frequent. I hold my butt and try to fan away the smell. Why did I have Mexican food today? Bad idea. My stomach cramps, and I double over, farting again and again. I try my best to focus on the task at hand. Eventually, I find a ring! Great! I just have to get out of here while I still can. I look around before making my break to make sure the coast is still clear. I lift my leg and let out some more farts. I make my way out of the house, but double over again. My stomach is in shambles. I fart over and over, they just won't stop! I realize I need to find a restroom before I can leave. I rush to the bathroom, and find you've come back home. Oh no! I try to come up with excuses why I'm in your house. You point out the obvious loud farts escaping me. I try to come up with excuses for those too before I admit my lunch is messing with me. I plead for you to let me use the bathroom. You refuse. I try to put on a tough front, all while tooting away. You won't budge. Fine! I don't need your stupid permission. I walk to the door and try the handle. Locked! Not good. I demand you open the door, with no luck. Just when I'm about to take matters in my own hands, a wet fart makes an appearance. Uh-Oh. I walk slowly out of the house, trying to hold everything in. I curse, and tell you I'll get my payback as I pathetically see my way out.