I let loose a small silent pocket bomb, only letting out a little gas, hoping this will ease my stomach pains. That doesn't help the pain, but the charges have stopped a bit. I sit up and try to ease up and relax. Then out of no where someone sunk my battle ship and my stomach makes some kind of stomach fart. It sounded like someone let loose a loud one, the guy next to me looks at me and starts giggling. My face goes red from embarrassment and little beads of sweat are on my forehead. Five minutes pass and I start to think that its finally over, the pain is gone. The sub is taking on water,p but the crew is alive and the damage is minimal. Bang. The fucking Red October comes out of no where and blows my sub out of the water. The noise was louder and I swear mrs. Kramer glanced in my direction, the guy to me started giggling like a horny school girl. That's when I decided that I had to let the gas out of my ass.
I start slowly at first, letting them out in small pockets. I hope no one will notice and that the smell is non existent, I was wrong. The first pocket was an perfect execution, the second was flawless, the third dropped the bomb. The immediate blast radius hit me first, the smell was funky. I stop the bombs for a good 5 minutes and I begin again for fear of the torpedo attacks. But again that was a mistake, I let the fourth bomb out, it was out of control. A balloon letting all the helium escape, that was my ass, even the sound was the same. Worst part was the smell, again it hit me first, rancid mixed with funk. It spread like a cloud, our giggling school girl actually got up and switched seats. I sat there with a red face. I waited until the lecture was over and got the fuck out.
