It's a moderately loud one (for you), and the hairy Greek guys look up from their work.

    They continue, but begin to get strange looks on their faces.  Straining, almost.

    And then one of the Greek men produces a fart.  A little squeak of a fart, but a fart nonetheless.  He is pleased, and some of the others give him a nod of congratulation.

    Within a minute or so, five of the Greeks have passed gas audibly.  In fact, a little competition seems to have sprung up, with each man attempting to "out do" the one before.  But there is one man left, and all eyes are on him.

    He has a look of intense concentration on his face.

    Sweat drips from his brow.

    And his armpits.

    His face turns a deep scarlet red as he holds his breath, attempting to force something out.

    He starts to groan, clearly straining himself.

    And then, finally, it comes.

    Much louder than the others, and lasting several seconds, it rattles the ground below your feet, and temporarily drowns out all other sounds.

    Exhausted, a great look of satisfaction comes over his face.

    Even the others give sighs of relief.

    And then, almost as an afterthought, the little monkey beefs.

    The whole crowd of men bursts into laughter.