paul blart was busy in the mall when one day he farted. "hahaha," blart said taking a bit of his sandwitch. "i'm so fat."
blart farted again. this fart was much loauder than the last, so he began to stink up the entire mall with his anal evacuations. the next fart was loud enough to shatter windows.
"damn," some black dude said, "cover your ass!"
"hey i can't help it!" paul fart said. he then made a fart so loud it caused part of the mall to collapse, crushing hundreds of innocent people. batman showed up due to being called over by the police.
"it's time to pay for your ass crimes," batman said. "it's time to go balls deep and stop your ass one and for all!"
"i'm just a fatman," paul blart told batman. "i did nothing wrong."
"well, then it's time for this batman to pound your fatman," batman said as he took off his clothes save for his mask. his sixteen inch schlonge stood erect and was only continuing to grow larger.
"holy shit!" blart screamed like steven tayler as batman penetrated paul blart's colossal asshole. batman, though, wasn't ready for the worst as paul blart flatulated all over batman's testicles.
"fuck, no!" batman exclaimed. he was done for, his balls were farted on. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
batman dies. paul blart farts again, destroying the enite mall and thus himself. paul blart is why america can never have nice things. you did this, it's your fault.
(p.s.: don't fart on balls, okay?)