Another thing I wrote for the kink meme, I've de-anon-ed myself once again. Yes, people who already read this, this was me. Most definitely me. :D It was 4 am when I wrote this, so please forgive me.
A loud, wet fart echoed off the walls of the small room.
Miles Edgeworth paused, trying desperately not to make things completely awkward. Kay's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she fainted at the scent wafting through the air. Gumshoe caught her, pinched his nose and, eyes watering, barreled out of the small room. Shih-na shuffled a good ten feet away from her boss, holding her breath as she slowly made her way across the room. Mrs. Oldbag frowned deeply and, despite the horrid smell, inhaled.
"How completely rude! How someone could do that and not excuse themselves is beyond me! What is society coming to these days? Back in my day, when someone passed gas, they excused themselves! Speaking of gas, have you seen the price of gasoline? It's disgusting! I can hardly afford to fill my tank! And speaking of money, how could the studio pay me so little? DO THEY WANT ME TO STARVE? I mean-" Franziska, torn between wanting to desperately leave the room and wanting to maintain her dignity as a professional, was thankful for Mrs. Oldbag's rambling. She dragged her out of the room, uttering something about taking the old woman aside for questioning.
Larry snickered putting on his Steel Samurai mask.
"A-Agent Lang," Edgeworth managed to choke out, "P-please continue with your rebuttal..." Wasting no time in seizing his chance, Larry popped up behind Agent Lang and, in his best Steel Samurai voice, screamed,
"The Steel Samurai says, AGENT SHI-LONG LANG HAS SMELLY, POTATO CHIP, WOLFY-DOG FARTS." Lang coughed conspicuously, trying to cover up yet another unceremonious fart. Larry gagged. The Interpol agent, ignoring the cramps in his stomach, snapped his fingers. All ninety-nine of his investigators appeared in the doorway. Larry screamed as four apprehended him, shouting about how embarrassing their Shifu was unacceptable and he would pay. "...EDGEY, HELP ME!"
"Well then..." Lang began, averting his gaze toward the window. He was slightly pink in the face. He looked a bit nauseous. "Must have been something I ate."
"Lang," Shih-na began, holding up her half eaten chocolate bar she'd been saving in her bag for later. "You know you're lactose intolerant."
"I didn't eat that," he replied, frowning deeply.
"We can have it analyzed, Shifu." Another loud fart ripped out of poor, nauseous, Lang's backside. She removed her sunglasses, brownish-red tinted eyes boring holes into the wolf-man. "Shi-Long Lang... Admit it."
"...Lang Zi says: "Howl...!"
I hope you all got a laugh out of this, at least. :) Until next time~