Studying for finals has never been so... stressful. When nerves get the best of me, my tummy takes over, and it’s not long before I’m blasting out stinky farts. Little do I know, you’re hiding under the table, filling your nostrils with every whiff—loving all of my stink. Looks like I’ll be flunking this exam, but it’s totally worth it... at least I don’t have to smell my own farts. Now, why don’t you come out from under there and bury your face in my ass...