I farted, but the irony wasn't that I was so near the end of the ship and it was opening, it was that it was all over me.
*I turned my head to encompass what I could, and signal myself to other people* "I can already smell the victory, can you?"
*I turned my head to encompass what I could, and signal myself to other people* "I can already smell the victory, can you?"
Now it was going to smell like lead.
