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Word on the street is you’ve got a safe full of cash, and I’m not afraid to break into your apartment while you're away... I start searching everywhere for the safe when, suddenly, a cramp hits my stomach, followed by another and another, each one stronger than the last! But this isn’t just a simple stomach ache—this is the prelude to a show of incredibly loud and smelly farts! I have to rush to the bathroom because I just can't hold them in, and I end up infesting your toilet with a nauseating stench! I keep farting louder and louder until, finally, the storm passes... When I finally manage to crawl out of the bathroom, there you are, standing by your bedroom door, looking at me with an expression that’s hard to describe. I beg and plead with you not to call the police; I promise I’ll leave and never come back! What are you going to do? Will you call the cops, or will you fall in love with your gassy burglar?