Romano was bored, and boredom leads to some strange ways to try to satiate the empty feeling of being bored. He was so bored, that he was horny. And when you're bored, you think of new ways to excite yourself.
Romano's clothes were off his body, and he pleasured himself, in a bored way. He was even bored of this supposed-to-be-exciting activity. How could he, per se, spice it up? Using a free hand, he grabbed one of the tomatoes sitting near his chair, for Romano cannot survive without having a tomato in a five foot radius of him at all times.
Anyways, he guessed, out of boredom, he shoved that tomato right up his ass. He was expecting pain, but it actually felt quite nice; almost enjoyable, and almost enough to take away the boredom. The tightness of his virgin body distorted the shape of the formerly plump tomato, causing it to be squished. Tomato fluids gushed out inside him, and that was definitely exciting. But, it end here. You see, Romano... had to fart. So, he let it go; he couldn't hold it back anymore. The force of his flatulence caused the tomato sauce to be ejected out of his rear, spreading all over his couch. "Damn," he said. "That's one helluva tomatofart."
Suddenly, Spain, who had been watching the entire time, comes out of hiding and shouts, "VERY ADMIRABLE TOMATOFART."
FIN