A/N: y'all are welcome to write lore about my story. I'd be delighted to read it :)
Bolt and Rhino were just ripping away in their favorite farting room with the door locked. One ass flap after another and the stench was getting bad so they wore gas masks. They both have fetishes for farts. They were having major back-end blowouts of gas. "Hey, Rhino, give me your top five favorite farts, for me," said Bolt.
The Agent busted through the door with his battering ram and cawed "Don't mind if I do!". At that same moment the three pigeons reduced the window to smithereens and said 'Don't mind if I do' in perfect harmony with the director.
The Agent yelped, "My favorite types of farts are 1) big loud long farts 2) dutch ovens 3) face farts 4) bowlfilling farts 5) sharts 6) silent but deadly 7) wet farts 8) squeaky farts"
"Oh that is so hot" said all the pigeons. And in that moment, all three of the pigeons had this look in their eyes and so did the Agent. The three pigeons and the Agent started going at it, and the big bang II occurred that day. They were ripping the gnarliest farts in each others faces while Bolt and Rhino were ripping ass in each others faces as well.
Then they got a knock at the destroyed door. It was the exterminator and he said that the neighbors had called him because they thought something had died in Bolts house.
"Our nearest neighbors live 2 miles away..." said Bolt.
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