"TIMMY TURNER!" Jorgen Von Strangle exclaimed as he popped in Timmy's bedroom.
Timmy sighed in annoyance as he was trying to sleep. "What is it now, Jorgen?"
"...I was videotaping Vicky farting all over you, and I posted it on TubeYou, and I got a trillion hits!" Jorgen exclaimed happily, frowning as he noticed Timmy glaring at him. "That's not good, is it?"
"NO, IT'S NOT!" Timmy exclaimed as he suddenly got superhuman strength and tossed his bed at Jorgen, damaging him as he clenched his fists, his eyes red with anger. "Do you know, how bad this is going to turn out for me?"
And then all of a sudden, several clones of Vicky all popped up in Timmy's room, with Jorgen poofing into a cockroach as he hid in the corner with a camera. Timmy gulped in horror as the Vicky clones all squeezed their big butts into Timmy, all of them farting smelly, bassy poots simultaneously as they puffed up their black tight jeans, laughing evilly as Timmy couldn't scream, let alone breath. Mark Chang came into the room, asking for a favor from Timmy.
"Hey Timmy, I know it's four days past your anniversary, so I-" Mark then had hearts in his eyes as he watched all of the Vicky clones farting horrible flatulence onto Timmy, holding his green tentacles together. "Oh! It's my sweet love Vicky! And I didn't know you were celebrating FLARG!"
One of the Vicky clones grabbed Mark, stuffed him in her butt, and then farted him right out of the window, making him crash into his ship as he sighed, lifting up and holding his tentacles again.
"Ahhh... she does love me..." Mark started as he fainted, enamored with the flatulent Vicky.
All while Jorgen was recording. That no good cheap son of a-
"HEY! I can hear you, you know!" Jorgen yelled angrily as he was munching on some leftover pizza slices, barfing as he replied, "They may taste terrible, but they make great snacks!"
