"I think there might be a point we will reach where we've gone too far with this," Mr. Crocker stated as he and Jorgen Von Strangle were spying on the Turner household, both of them watching Vicky and Tiny Kong fart Timmy around like a volleyball as they used their burping big butts to blast him around.
"I would think the time is now, because they can't keep getting away with this!" Jorgen exclaimed as he pointed at the bizarre torture that Timmy was receiving. "I mean, he might as well be a skunk at this point! He smells so bad, he makes even natural stinky odors smell nice in comparison!"
"That's true." Mr. Crocker remarked as he rubbed the back of his head. "Never doubt the power of farts in fanfiction."
"HEY! Eavesdrop somewhere else!' Snapped Vicky as she pointed her gassy fat ass at the two males, farting the tree into oblivion as they went blasting off again.
