Slowly, silently he sat and waited. He waited on the toilet for his poo to
come out. Why was the constipation cursed with him? Why….? Why? WHY!? WHY
WHY WHY WHY WHY!!!!!!!!!? He just sat on the public toilets with a lust
for pure laxative! Why must he be the…. bog brother? What the hell is a bog
brother? Anyway, he pushed back and forth on the toilet! It would not come
out! But he has to take control! Unleash the brown wave of shit upon his
victim…. the toilet. HE MUST HE MUST HE MUST HE MUST HE MUST HE MUST HE
MUST HE MUST! But no the smell of faeces began to become to strong for him!
But what was coming out of him…. no, this was no human faeces. He felt
dizzy and drowsy. "It's just an illness," he screams as a plop of crap
scrapes through his asshole, "everyone will get it! YOU WILL ALL BE
CONSTIPATED! JUST LIKE ME! HAHAHAHAHA YOU WILL NOT HAVE THE VACCINATION!
HAHAHAHA THERE IS NO ESCAPE!" He stopped and looked in the toilet. Through
all the anger and the pain, this man had not realised his guts had been
crapped out. His face was all dry at withered. He had become a farter. He
could hear the cries of men in nearby toilets screaming with the same pain
he had once felt. There were now a certain number of farters that roam the
toilets, just looking for a place to poo, in the filthy shit covered
streets of London.