“Jesus! What is that fucking SMELL? Is that you, Lenore? Where’s it coming from?”
“It’s coming from under the floorboards! Bring me my literary crowbar!”
“IT’S A FART, LENORE! IT’S THE FART I WAS TRYING TO KEEP SECRET! NOOOOOOOOO!”
See what I did?
Yes. Don’t do it anymore.
Oh, I ran out of joke. We’re done here.