Jordan awoke in a dark and close room. His eyes were wide and he shoved his fists against the surfaces until someone finally opened up the trunk.
"Where are we?" Jordan asked before even seeing Louis' face.
Louis stood there with such confidence, and took a loud crunch out of a taco. "Hmmmmmm, we're at Taco King. Hmmmmmmm, these are so good. Here, try it."
Louis then turned around and hovered his massive, muscular ass over Jordan's face and released a warm, spicy fart.
"Ugh! What the hell?" Jordan demanded angrily.
"We're here for a follow up on our experiment. This should really . . . Intensify the results."
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!!!!!!!
Tears started to form in the punk's eyes, while the teacher enjoyed getting a three for the price of one deal. He was getting Jordan to do his homework, punishing him and enjoying lunch all at the same time.
He then pressed his cotton kissed butt onto Jordan's face and rumbled another farts, this time allowing Jordan to feel the warmth, stench and motion rumble on his face.
"Jordan, I think we're ready for a pop quiz."
"What?" Jordan asked after Louis lifted his meat off his face.
"I'm gonna ask you some questions. For every one you get right, you get to taste delicious, spicy taco. For every one you get wrong, you get to taste a delicious, spicy fart. And judging by the intensity of these fumes, I'd give you about five before you pass out again. So are you ready to begin the quiz?"
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