As the sun dipped below the horizon and the evening air began to cool, the front door swung open, revealing the silhouette of your parents. Amy greeted them with a mischievous grin, knowing how much gas she had supplied her younger brother with.
"Welcome back! I made sure Callum got plenty of gas," Amy announced proudly, beaming as if she had accomplished a great feat.
"Thank you, Amy. We appreciate it," your mother chimed in, her voice laced with relief. "We went to a Mexican restaurant, so Callum, get ready for a gas fest because I am..." She paused for dramatic effect, "fully loaded."
Your father chuckled and patted your sister's head. "Good job, Amy. You've done well."
As your parents settled in, the room was soon filled with the tantalizing aroma of beans, cheese, and spices. Your mother let out a series of triumphant and potent toots, making sure you got your fill of the necessary methane.
"Sniff away, Callum! Your mother's got all the gas you need," she declared, unleashing her potent arsenal of flatulence. Amy watched in fascination as she herself let out a few supporting farts, joining in her mother's mission to make sure you were well-stocked on gas.
The evening was filled with laughter, pungent odors, and the tender bond between family members, each doing their part to keep you sustained. And so, with a room filled with love and gas, the night went on.
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