"Oooh." He winced. Then with a playful taunt in his voice "That didn't sound good for you."
You look at the ground, and the pile starts growing - digested brown mush that used to be a girl named Jackie - and Alvin is threatening to do the same to you.
"Looks like you failed after all, friend. Ooops - I have to start calling you 'food' now, don't I? Oh well..." He scrunches up his face and lets out a monstrous fart. "Take a deep whiff of your future."
You can't help it. The pungent aroma chokes you at first and then the sheer volume of methane going into your lungs makes you light headed.
"I'm about finished up with Jackie. You'd better get running..." He says with mock warning.
