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Jimmy was sat with a little burger, the juicy patty and soft bun filling his small belly. But as he chewed, his digestive system betrayed him, rumbled and groaned, preparing for an explosive finale. The first fart escaped with a small whoosh, but it was only a warning shot. Jimmy's cheeks flushed as he glanced around the diner, hoping no one had noticed. But then, like a pressure cooker ticking down the seconds, the inevitable happened. A loud, wet, and very personal symphony erupted from his backside. Pew. Pew. Pew. The stinky ripples wafted up to Jimmy's face, making him gag on his burger. Mortified, he clutched the table, his eyes watering. A nearby patron coughed and hastily made a quick exit. The diner's air, once fresh and welcoming, now reeked of sulfur and desperation. Jimmy tried to compose himself, but another mighty blast ripped through him, followed by a few more playful puffs. His face burned with embarrassment. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulner...