"I..." The bald old man suddenly let out a loud fart, the stench filling the air. Holding his belly, he said, "My stomach hurts. Does anyone have any paper?"
"Goddammit, it had to hurt now." The man in sunglasses couldn't hold back and cursed, "Fatty, stay here with him. The two of us will go find a scapegoat first."
The man in sunglasses and the woman in jeans quickly left.
"Alright." The fat man agreed reluctantly, taking a roll of toilet paper from his Storage Ring and tossing it to the bald old man.
The bald old man didn't waste any time and started pulling down his pants, doing the deed right on the spot.
"Damn..." The fat man's face twisted in disgust as he pinched his nose and hurriedly ran away. There was a reason no one liked the old man, not even dogs.
At that moment, a streak of fierce light descended from the sky, blending almost seamlessly with the glaring sunlight, making it undetectable.
Thunk.
