You angrily complain about the smell because, you honestly can't handle the extreme stench of butt and not to mention, his farts smell like death but ten times as worse mixed with rotten eggs. You try to yell with all your might to tell the muscular brute to stop farting on you, but to no avail. In the midst of his constant farting, he thinks that you said to lay some more rotten farts on him when you tried to tell him to stop. Releasing even more toxic fumes, the werewolf seems to be enjoying his little act when you are tired of his ass laying on top of you for the past five minutes.
"Ugh...Why...did...I eat so...much beans and...eggs!"
The Werewolf groans with his butt still planted on your face.
You clearly can't handle the musk and stench of his ass and farts respectively, and when the Werewolf stops breaking wind on you to catch his breath and to fan away the putrid rotten egg smell, you think of and idea but it's risky, You,
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