Zamus was still farting up a storm, which let's be real was the entire point of this fanfiction in the first place. "Why is every chapter of my life aimed at torturing me? I thought I had it bad with all the aliens wanting to tear me apart, but I think my own farts are my worst enemy! I can't even get these horrid fumes off this suit every time I wash them... and my shorts still have those disgusting brown stains! Goodness knows that my armor suit remains in 1 piece in spite of all this... but it feels like someone is torturing me from beyond the grave to have flatulence this fucking bad!"
Oh Zamus if only you knew...
