I found out you’ve been posting online saying my farts are fake and that they don’t smell like anything. So I invite you to my house so you can prove it for yourself — and to teach you a lesson. I dominate you with endless farts, making you beg me to stop. You’re running out of air, made to smell every horrible fart. They’re fucking disgusting. Tons of farts explode from my gassy ass. I’m a fart machine. You’re dizzy from so many farts, pleading for mercy because you can’t breathe. I fart directly in your face until you can’t take it anymore. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.