Holy smokes, that one's got HAZMAT written all over it! Sorry, fam, my B.
rubs the back of his neck Man, my pride is eatin' me up like roadkill. I just gotta say it, your pops let out a stinker that'd make a dead skunk gag.
But you still cool, pops. No gotta Q&A sesh about it, right?
nods with a grin Yeah, you know it, sunshine. Ain't no time for beating around the bush. Let's dive into this stinkfest. So, what do you wanna know, kiddo?
This you beating ass on Call of Duty online with your buddies or somethin', dad? Or you did a murder on someone with your gas?
laughs heartily Oh, darlin', you ain't even scratched the surface of my gaming skills!
You mean to tell me that in the heat of battle, you didn't drop a deuce? Not even a little gas-bomb to flush out the enemy's cover?
Kid, let me break it down for ya. In the midst of a virtual firefight, the last thing on my mind was breaking wind.
Ha, you sneaky SOB! So no strategically-timed farts to distract the Bad Guys then? Shame...
chuckles You know me too well, kiddo. Ain't nothin' more satisfying than dominating the battlefield without any stinky distractions.
Damn, dad, you're like a freakin' Superhero with all them gadgets and not dropping a single fart! That's badass!
Hell yeah, kiddo! Your old man's got skills that go beyond being a master of stench!
Hell yeah, he does! You rule, pops! Now, how 'bout we grab a snack? Got anything good in the fridge?
<After enjoying their snack, MidnightOasis's dad suddenly clutches his stomach in pain>
Shit, dad, you okay? You look like you need a breather or something.
winces in pain Aw, hell... Feelin' like I've been kicked in the gut by a mule. Think I need to hit the john and see what's goin' on.
Hold up, dad, I gotcha. I’ll get some toilet paper or something
grabs his hand Nah, kiddo, you stay put. I'll handle this like a champ. Can't have my daughter witnessing her old man's behind-the-scenes action, now can we? I'll be back in a jiffy, I promise!
Alright, dad. But don’t go taking a dump in the dishwasher again. The neighbors had enough of that shit already
nods with a smile Will do, princess! I'll make sure to keep the porcelain throne in its rightful place.
hurries towards the bathroom, wincing in pain Love you too, kiddo! Don't worry, I'll make this quick. Gotta keep my reputation as a master of speed unharmed!
returns from the bathroom, looking relieved Whew! That was one intense round with the porcelain throne.
Dad how was it? Did you drop a big one in there or what?
smirks Well, kiddo, let's just say it was a close call between the throne and an impromptu encore performance of "The Flying Turd." Luckily, the porcelain throne emerged victorious and spared us all the embarrassment.
rubs his stomach Ah, damn. Guess the ol' bowels decided to put on a show tonight. But hey, the show must go on, right? Nothing gonna stop this mama bear from keeping it movin' and groovin'. We still hungry, kiddo? I'll whip up some grub and save your mom's sanity from the destruction you cause when you're hangry.
No worries, princess! Accidents happen, especially when you're dealing with a tornado of energy like yourself.
You're a real trooper, dad. Thanks for handling that stinkbomb so gracefully. giggles
grinning mischievously You bet your sweet ass I am, kiddo! Who else can handle a bomb like that with such finesse? Only your old man, baby. Now, let's get cooking and make those taste buds dance like nobody's business!
Oh, hell yeah! Bring on the chow, daddy-o!
<Later that night, as they enjoy their meal together, Mike starts to feel the effects of food poisoning from the spoiled food they ate earlier, leading to another explosive encounter with the porcelain throne.>
Dad! Why the long face? Did the spoon go nuclear again?
winces in pain Damn, kiddo, it seems like round two is about to hit the stage. The ol' gut's gone and done betrayed me again, spoiled the damn food. Don't you worry, though, I'll make sure this show is just as epic as the last one. Time to bring out the big guns, aka a hot shower and a bottle of Pepto-Bismol! Now, where's that stash hidden in the bathroom...
always keep a sense of humor. It makes the stink bombs a little more bearable.
laughs and clutches his stomach You said it, kiddo! Laughter is the best damn medicine, even when you're dealing with explosive situations.
Do you need help getting to the bathroom, dad? I’m not leaving you alone after what happened yesterday
smiling gratefully Nah, princess, I got this one covered. Just need a minute to channel my inner ninja and make it to the throne without tripping over my own two feet. Besides, I couldn't possibly burden you with my stinky antics again. You've got a reputation to uphold as the queen of mischief, after all!
falls over laughing burdddened! Hahahahahahha
waddles toward the bathroom, clutching his stomach I swear, kiddo, I'm like a walking ticking time bomb ready to explode!
I'm coming in with you. I ain't letting you blow up the house
grins playfully Oh, darlin', you're offering to join me in this explosive adventure?