But you hold it under your armpits for a moment and it softens a bit.
Hastily you paint yourself a brown pair of pants, finishing them just as Katie appears before you.
"Hi, Katie," you say cheerfully.
"Hey, Brad -- EEEEeeeew! What's that smell?"
"The French call it les feces," you inform her.
"That's so nasty," says Katie. "Did you shit in your pants?"
You think for a moment just how to answer that question.
"Um, no... Well, not exactly."
"Brad it really smells like ass down here. Anyhow, I just came down to tell you that Sandy called and wants you to come over to her place."
"Uh, OK," you say. "Hey, Katie. Do you like me?"
"You're pretty cool sometimes, Brad," says Katie. "But right now you smell so heinous that I have to leave. Bye."
Wow.
"I think Katie likes me," you think to yourself.
You stand there smiling as Katie walks back upstairs.