"You know what man, I'm a little tired. Maybe we'll do something later tonight but right now, I'm beat." you respond.
"Yeah, I'm a little tired myself. Perhaps you could meet my friends later today." said Gorg.
"Sure, that should be interesting!"
You drop your suitcase on the ground and slide it underneath one of the beds. After that, you take off your shirt and shoes and lay upon the mattress, first noticing that something wet was on the pillow.
"Ew...what is this crap on the pillow?"
"I had a baby dragon fly through the window and...it had a little accident." laughed Gorg.
"EWW!" you scream, throwing the pillow on the floor.
"Just forget it! I'll sleep without the pillow."
You turned to your right and saw Gorg untie his loincloth, revealing his humongous ass which was absolutely filthy. He sighed heavily and scratched his left cheek before jumping upon his bed and turning over to lie on his stomach.
"I forgot--you sleep in the nude. Although I don't see why since that loincloth hardly covers anything at all."
"Yeah, yeah, keep talking. Next thing you know you'll have my ass resting on your nose again like the last time."
"Gotcha. Good night."
"Good night buddy."
And with that, both you and your buddy go to sleep.
But you weren't able to sleep for long because a bunch of things began to wake you up in the middle of the night. First off, the bed was actually uncomfortable than you thought. Despite how big it is, there's a lot of wet spots that are relatively sticky. Second off, you kept waking up to see some creepy little critter crawling on your leg or arm. The first time it was an ant, but the second time, it was a centipede...and it only got worse. But that's not the really bad part about it. Gorg kept farting and stinking up the room and with the loincloth off, there was nothing restricting the smell to his domain. Each fart sounded loud and the smell was terrible. It was like he ate nothing but stinky eggs all day and it was frequently pouring out of his butt in an aromatic way. It actually started to get ridiculous; he was literally farting every 30 seconds. Sometimes loud, and sometimes quiet. You finally realize that it's too much to bear so you get off the bed and walk over to the window and opened it, exhaling and trying to fan the stink outside.
"Damn Gorg! What, did you eat a dead wolverine for breakfast?!"
Gorg responded by farting so loudly that you heard something break. It lasted almost 20 seconds and the smell almost made you vomit. You then proceeded to kick open the door to fan out the hut every faster. Sure, it was cold outside, but you'd rather be cold than locked inside a hot and stinky environment.
"Whew! Okay...that's a little better."
You return to your bed and go back to sleep, hoping that Gorg would stop farting and no more critters would crawl on your back.
Unfortunately, you wake up to encounter another problem...
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