225 Hillbilly endurance trial (1/2)
He didn't take a big breath before he went under, not daring to sample this Cincinnati air freshener…
Now, Ben was in deep sh*t!
It was like an episode of Fear Factor!
Although he'd taken some potions and worked out, it didn't mean his lung capacity was incredible. He lacked experience holding his breath in bathrooms. It's not like he was a deep sh*t diver!
[Remaining time until activation of Fart Bomb Pheromones: 00:00:19]
Glancing at the clock, as the precious seconds ticked down, Ben didn't understand how things could've gotten so bad, and cursed his bad luck. 'Is this karma for the fart bomb?!? I shouldn't be punished for this! I haven't even launched it yet. This is pre-crime!'
He wasn't being judged on the crime, but on his intent to fart…
Even so, there was nothing he could do. Turning back around, he stared at the doorknob, his brain going into overdrive to find a solution.
[Remaining time until activation of Fart Bomb Pheromones: 00:00:17]
'Staying in here won't work!'
[Remaining time until activation of Fart Bomb Pheromones: 00:00:16]
'But rushing out isn't an option!'
[Remaining time until activation of Fart Bomb Pheromones: 00:00:15]
”Hurry up!” The waitress yelled from outside the door as she looked at her watch. She needed to get back to work.
With no way out, Ben glanced down at his little brother who was on his last seconds of life. 'I'm so sorry. I didn't protect you…'
Ben's face shook with unwillingness, as veins throbbed on his forehead, because he was about to lose the closest person-ified penis to him…
Also, because he was still holding his breath and about to pass out…
With less oxygen flowing to his brain, his mind slowed down, making it even more difficult to think up a way out of this.
The only thing that still burned strong inside him was the deep guilt over the impending sausage slaughter…
Turning back around to glance at the lazy river of poop…Ben's face became firm as he made a decision. 'Don't worry little bro. I won't let you die alone…' Ben decided that as a show of comradery, he'd commit septic suicide! A bushi's seppupu!
He would breathe in the poison!
…
His expression was resolute. 'I'll meet you in heaven, little bro. You'll be open casket. I'll be open toilet…'
…
[Remaining time until activation of Fart Bomb Pheromones: 00:00:09]
Glancing at the clock, Ben knew there was no way he'd make it now, and resigned himself to die by buttstard gas…
Yet, as his execution time approached, a distant voice came from outside. ”Bridgette, what are you doing? Come here, I need your help!”
A spark of life reignited in his pupils! 'I want to live! I don't want to breathe this Samoan Febreze!'
...
When the footsteps drifted off, Ben opened the door in a hurry and stuck his head out of the bathroom. He then peeked in both directions, like a man who sh*t his pants…
Struggling for air, he also took a huge gasping breath! A loud one! While at the same time, the door creaked, making a lot of noise!
Wincing, Ben peered at the bouncer's position, knowing that if he heard that, it would be over!