225 Hillbilly endurance trial (2/2)
There, Ben saw a view of the big guy…but it was only his back. The club music from the dancefloor was still heavy enough that he didn't hear anything.
Ben looked at the clock.
[Remaining time until activation of Fart Bomb Pheromones: 00:00:03]
Turning pale, he sprinted towards the fart bomb!
[Remaining time until activation of Fart Bomb Pheromones: 00:00:02]
He saw it ahead, leaned down and reached out for it!
[Remaining time until activation of Fart Bomb Pheromones: 00:00:01]
He grabbed it! But his forward momentum sent him to the floor!
[Remaining time until activation of Fart Bomb Pheromones: 00:00:00]
*Thud*
Ben crashed into the floor! The timer expired!
...
*Pant* *Pant*
Gazing up at the ceiling while lying on the hard nightclub ground, Ben winced, appearing like a man whose d*ck no longer worked...
However, his hands, were empty...
As for the fart bomb? It was in mid-air! Over the VIP section!
He'd done it!
At the last moment, Ben twisted his body sideways and made an acrobatic throw like a baseball fielder!
In the crucial moment, he went A-Rod to save his A-Rod!
Those potions weren't for nothing! Digging deep, he pulled off the play of a lifetime!
Then, as he gazed at the fart bomb arching down…
*Poof*
It exploded! Sending magical gray smoke only he could see over the entire VIP area!
Exhaling with deep relief, Ben moved onto his side, posting his elbow on the ground and resting his head on his hand, getting comfortable while he rested a moment. He wanted to watch the smog drift down, feeling all sunsets paled in comparison to the bootyful splendor of these freedom fumes...
For him, this scene was the essence of America...
However, the fart bomb, wasn't the end of the matter.
A deep voice came from nearby. ”What the hell you doing, boy?”
Hearing this, Ben looked up, and saw the bouncer approaching him with malice in his eyes. Ben understood why too, because at the moment, he was laying down on the floor of the staff area, with one leg crossed over the other like he was having a picnic. It was as if he was telling the bouncer: ”Draw me like one of your French girls...”
As such, watching the bouncer stalk towards him, Ben couldn't avoid getting nervous. 'He doesn't look like he's enjoying this pose...'
This was trouble now. Ben had gotten to the treasure but only by sneaking around the guardian, and that was no longer an option. 'What do I do?' He knew his current position was too strange and difficult to explain, but then, he recalled this was a party, and came up with an idea.
A few seconds later, the bouncer's expression changed from fury to disgust, as he watched Ben perform the worst breakdancing moves of all time.
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