Spike sighed. The party DID sound like an ounce of fun, it was best if he kept farting in the bathroom. I hope Twilight won't mind if I foul this place up, thought Spike as he ripped a 10 second fart that reeked strongly of rotten eggs and left him groaning happily. He followed up with a quick burp to compliment as well. Sitting down, he relaxed as he stroked his rear end, ripping another smelly fart for 20 seconds, instantly stinking up the place. But then, he realized the last fart sounded wet. "(Bleep)!" yelled Spike. That fart signified there wasn't JUST gas lurking in his butt.
He also has tons of excess waste that he couldn't hold in much longer, the 3 tons or so of poop begging to come out on the floor. Spike glanced around quickly. There was a toilet that was perfectly functional; however, he was pretty sure it would break from the severity of his dump.
"Spike!" That was Twilight. "Rarity wants to see you!... Something about giving you a diamong she didn't give a (bleep) about..." Spike sighed. Either choice seemed to be horrible. Eh, whatevs. He'd at least choose how he went down: Breaking the toilet or embarrasing himself at the party by probably pooping yourself from failure to hold it in.
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