Jason thought for a moment, then, with a mischievous grin, edited the sentence to say “This 22-year-old guy is farting loudly.” and hit enter.
Suddenly there was a loud, trumpet-like fart from the man in front of him. Jason looked up to see the guy, at first shocked, then his face scrunched up, hiking his leg up as he ripped more foghorn farts in the store. It was like a tuba, and he seemed unable to stop it, but somewhat seemed to be enjoying it as he was grinning while he let out fart after fart.
Jason smirked, “Heh, nice one, bro!” He said, while Charlie blushed, ripping more ass, with a shy grin on his face, “Haha… Well, you k-know what protein does to me..” He said as he blasted again. “Mmpf, that felt good…” He whispered to himself, trying to alleviate some of his bloating. Each tuba-like fart was too loud to be ignored, and Jason could see Charlie was getting some awkward stares of disgust from the other shoppers and people in the mall. He couldn’t help it however. Jason now knew Charlie could be a pretty gassy guy.
“Man, how much protein have you had today?” Jason teased as Charlie continued ripping ass, “Urgh… W-Well, you know… I had beans for breakfast, three protein shakes so far, and got Mexican for lunch…” He blasted a powerful one that was rank. Jason laughed as he fanned the air. “So, the usual?” Charlie grinned, his face still bright red, “Y-Yeah… You know how much I love it…” He chuckled, having to talk over the sound of his own flatulence.
Jason thought it was hilarious and generated a new sentence, “This friendly 22-year-old athlete is constantly farting.” He smiled, wondering what else he could change about his gassy new friend Charlie, while the man helpless blasted another foul fart.