Amy sighed with her hands on her face, feeling her farts lift up the back of her dress for she was in a bar drinking away her worries. Alex Kidd was within the vicinity, partaking in a hobby as a bartender.
"Feeling gassy again?" The Kidd brought up while polishing an empty glass he had on hand.
"And how. I don't think I'll be able to stop." Amy sighed for she was quite annoyed at how flatulent she was. "I just feel like I'm cursed no matter what it is I do."
Alex rubbed his chin. "Maybe you should consider getting a bunch of pills to help stop it."
"Yeah and die from overdose?" Amy snapped for she felt more poots fly right out of her, slamming her hands on the counter. "Yes I appreciate the tip but overall no thank you!"
