You look above you, and witness a grossly diturbing, yet distrubingly interesting feat.
"Uggh, Starfires 'cooking' always does this to me... uh-oh" You hear a low omious growling emitting from his stomach, and brace yourself.
*PPPBBLLAAAAARRTT...urturp...BLArp. RaRRpt..*plopplop**crackle**PLORP* " Augh!"you groan loudly, covering your nose with your shirt because of the grueling foul stench permeating throughout the bathroom.
"Hehe, nice, 10/10." Beast Boy mumbles. Beast Boy groans again. " HUURRGHH, urk.. heres the finale... UnnGHURGGH!" *PLOOOOOOORPplop**plopplopplop* *crackle* *PLORRrrPppLuck* and finally, with a sickening *BLLLPAT*, you hear (and smell, P.U.!) the last log plop into the can. " Phew, that was one heck of a load!" He flushes, and sprays the room with freshener (thank god). Using whatever breath you can muster, you scream for his attention.
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