The Great Fart of The 1920s - EXTRA CREDIT
Dedicated to my beautiful husband Paul Lei. Running fast along the road, I finally reached Gatsby’s house. As I dashed to his backyard, I noticed a blotch of dark red, slowly filling the crystal clear waters of his pool. Anxiously glancing towards the source of this disgusting sight, I saw Gatsby. "GATSBY!!! NOOOOO!! WHO DID THIS TO YOU!!!!" I screamed as I ran towards his lifeless body, drifiting around the pool like a lotus flower on a lake. Tears dripping off my cheeks, I was running over to his corpse when I felt the ground seemingly rumble, stopping me in my tracks. It was Gatsby. His body was vibrating hard, creating rough waves in the pool and knocking over plant pots nearby. "G-Gatsby? What's going o-" suddenly, Gatsby's body soared into the air, leaving a big green cloud behind. It turns out, he had a lot of gas pent up, waiting to be released, and when he died, his body wasn't able to hold it back anymore and unleashed the biggest, stinkie...