When Jake first heard that Ryder tried to make a move on Marley, he was super pissed, and he'd been that way ever since. Ryder was an ass hole for breaking the guy code, and glared at the bastard who tried to take his girl.
He was going to pay, but how. Jake was tough, but looking at the way Ryder's muscles bulged through his tight shirt, he realized he didn't have a chance. Losing to Ryder would cost Jake his reputation, and possibly Marley for good.
This stinks, Jake thought to himself. But then he realized it really did stink. Some horrible, putrid odour had assaulted his nostrils and he was sick. Sitting next to him was a very guilty looking Sam Evans.
"Dude, did you just fart?" Jake hissed.
"Shhhh! Keep your voice down. Okay, yeah I farted."
"Dude you reek."
"Honestly, this is one of my better days."
Jake's eyes widened, and he sniffed the horrible smell of rotten cabbage filling the air. "You've smelled worse than this?"
Suddenly, everyone was gagging on the rotten air fuming from Sam's ass, but the worst reaction came from Ryder, who cussed and held his nose as his eyes teared up.
"What the hell is that?" Ryder asked. He had a very sensitive nose. "Damn it."
Jake watched as Ryder reacted to Sam's butt stench, and had the most brilliant idea that sparkled glee in his eyes.
"Hey Sam," Jake began. "Would you be willing to make twenty bucks?"
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