Upon saying this, the Skuntank blushes a bit. "Hey, no worries," you say. "I'm a doctor I see this stuff all the time. Hey, anything you'd be ashamed of out there doesn't matter in here, ok?" "Ok," the Skuntank says, his blush mildly fading. But it returns just as quick, because a warm toot burst out of his now-yawning tailhole, nearly knocking you over. "Remember, no shame in here!," you say. "As you could tell, I have really bad gas," the skuntank says worriedly. "No matter how much I attempt to, ahem, "release it", the pain is still there and more gas takes it's place. I've been holding that fart in ever since I got here." You get your tiny stethoscope, and climb onto his lower belly. His messy fur gets in you face as you bend low and put you ears and stethoscope near his rear. You hear gurgles (although they are louder than usual,) gas creaks, and suddenly, poofs. Poofs. "What the-" you whisper. "Hey, skuntank?" "Yes Doctor D?" "This may sound weird but I'm gonna have to crawl in there and remove the problem." Skuntank replies with: ___________
