" If this delicious beans on my platter stops the world from getting nourished, then I'm afraid Kwashiorkor would excel some more." He said and bit the chicken breast so hardly, it almost came back to life. He stood up with scowl which attested to his vexation of his dinner being interrupted.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here before you are Mason Montgomery and Emery Sebastian." Said the pastors, when there was loud rumble from his bowels which had found its way into the Microphone. He gripped his stomach with his palm as if trying to trap a mosquito. The crowd went lit as their eyes widened in curiosity. They hated normalcy and where beginning to love what was unfolding.
" Go on pastor." Whispered Mason as he gazed at his Rolex watch.
" Sorry. Bad tummy. Is there anyone here who has any reason why this holy union should not consummated? Speak now or forever remain silent." He asked and cleaned the dozen beads of sweat off his head. Everyone was silent unless the thunderous rumblings of his stomach. It caused the naughty guest to gawk in excited awe as they took sips from their various tumblers while gazing at the man of God whose stomach seemed to be against the union.
" God damn it, announce us as man and wife so I can get the hell out of here!" Said Mason in deep whisper.
" Oh no! I have to visit the toilet sir." exclaimed The pastor and dashed out, heading straight to the lavatory, causing the microphone to slid away from his neck, and halting just beneath his waste line. There was a glorious murmuring among the guest which was put asunder by a splitting sound of thunder which sounded like a furious fart. It sent the hall to an abrupt silence as all guest present where quick to wonder what the rains were doing in winter.
" Rains in the annals of December?" Said a surprised guest as he looked outside the window.
" Boooooo! Spla klaa klaaklaaaaaa….." the cracking sound enacted again, nourishing the sound waves of the hall once again with a hint of mystery.
" Oh sir, that's not rain. That's a holy fart. Hohahhah…!!" Said Another lean looking fellow as the whole guest burst into a frenzy of laughter.
" Wait for it." whispered Mason with the most suspicious grin in the whole of Zurich. The loud cackles were still going on when, when a mass sound of splashing was heard against the marble floor of the hall. The lean looking dude was still cackling like a Hyena when all of a sudden, he subconsciously shut out so much shit that his pants were blown to his ankles, revealing strands of hot vapor around the region that saw no sunshine.
" My goodness!" Shouted Emery and placed her thumb and index finger over her nose to wade off the stench from the hot splash of matters. The whole guest were sent into an instant silence as they all tried to grasp why their bowels had suddenly felt so porous and why they all smelled like shit. Two more seconds and the scuffle to use the limited toilets began, with most of them already blowing their pants away and flooding the continuing of tiles with gallons of laxative provoked dungs. Very pleased with the progress, It was time to unleash his next step of action.