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[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

[ACTION; THE DEEPS]

*Early one morning, a hero arose from bed. Not to train. Not to set out on an epic quest.

No, he got up so he could run the hell out of the building and try to get some freaking fresh air. Which is why he's out here, clad only in boxers, gasping for air like his life depends on it.*

GOOD freaking Lord! It smells like the devil himself ripped one! Bleuugh!

*You gonna dare point out his lack of decorum? And no, there are no hearts on them, sorry.*

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[super_woolf]

[Hard to point anything out when you're dressed the same.]

After he had black bean burritos the night before.

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

And a side of bad guacamole! Where the hell is that even COMING from -- hang on, do you hear laughing, or is it just me?

[super_woolf]

Now that you mention it...

I guess this is someone's idea of a joke.

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

Man, we got college frat boys even in a place like this? Couldn't they have just tossed a few rolls of toilet paper around and called it a day?

[super_woolf]

Well there is a university. Never heard of one without frats.

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

Fair enough. Think we oughta bother tracking the jerk down?

[thedarkheir]

(...Nice boxers, Captain Underpants)

[Soma as a scarf wrapped around his nose]

Trust me, demon flatulence doesn't smell this bad, but it smells pretty damn close to a Flesh Golem, or a Durian left in a mortuary for god knows how long.

[He rubs his temple, trying to fight off the headache]

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

*A few blank looks. Sounds like something out of a video game.

He shakes his head.*

Either way, I think it's safe to say it stinks like hell. Sounds like whoever did it's having a good yuk at our expense to boot.