Both Cleveland and Roberta were in Cleveland's house on a calm Saturday afternoon as they were the only people in the house, with everyone else out for the day.
"I thought we could spend some nice quality time together, Roberta," Cleveland started in his nice tone of voice as he was sipping some tea, placing his cup down. "We don't really get the house to ourselves."
Roberta, who was wearing her regular attire of clothes, sporting a green shirt, shrugged as she was texting mindlessly on her smartphone, shrugging. "Eh, whatever."
"Roberta, why can't we have a simple conversation with each other?" Cleveland stated as he moved his hands around.
Roberta glared at Cleveland, an angry expression on her face. "Well, you act like someone you aren't, dad. You're suppose to be a nice, humble man who doesn't speak often, not a black version of Peter Griffin!"
"I am not just a black Peter Griffin!" Cleveland snapped as he stood up, pointing at Roberta. "When have I ever done a cutaway gag?"
Roberta's stomach grumbled as she yawned, letting out a burp as she kept on texting.
Cleveland murmured as he placed his hands on his hips. "You're so crude for a stuck up, popular school girl. It reminds me of the time when-"
"See! You just attempted a cutaway gag right now!" Roberta snapped as she pointed at Cleveland, moving her arms around. "Talk about being a hypocrite!"
"I was just making a rhetorical point!" Cleveland barked back as he slapped Roberta across the face. "Well, not rhetorical, but you know what I meant! Kind of." He folded his arms together as he had an angry expression on his face. "I might be humble, not I'm not afraid to get nasty!"
Feeling the sting of Cleveland's slap, Roberta glared at him as she snarled. "You... you... oh!" She groaned as she bent over, her hands on her rumbling stomach as her big butt, clad in tight blue jeans, was in the air. "Just a minute, I need to-"
A big, brassy fart exploded out of Robertam her bubble butt cheeks vibrating from the deep pitched, tuba like gas blasts that emitted out of her fart factory. Cleveland dropped his jaw in disbelief as Roberta sighed in relief, standing back up as she rubbed her butt cheeks, releasing one more bassy poot.
"Ahhh... that feels so much better..." Roberta stated as she enjoyed the putrid stench of her gas, opening her eyes as she smiled at Cleveland. "What were we talking about again?"
"My god, your toots are loud and rank! Jesus, I thought I had flatulent problems! Help! Someone help!" Cleveland exclaimed as he placed his hands on his head, screaming as he ran towards the door, only for a bathtub to fall on him from the upper floor.
Roberta laughed as she pointed at the injured Cleveland, farting again as she placed her right hand on her face. "Oh lordy, that was so funny I think I crapped myself!" She shrugged it off as she kept laughing and farting, with Cleveland trying to get back up as the bathroom sink fell on top of him, injuring him even further.