You burst into Sarah's room with a whoosh, letting out a loud trumpet-blare of a fart just for that extra umph.
Opening the door reveals...
Ghandi!
and...
Katie!
"Woah!" says Katie. "What's that butt stank?"
She does not turn her head to look, however, as she is locked in a fierce arm-wrestling match with Ghandi.
The smell affects Katie's performance and she cannot hold her concentration. Her arm gives out, and the victory is Ghandi's.
"Damn," says Katie. "That's forty-two loses in a row."
"Hi, Brad," says Ghandi. "You wanna go?"