Eyeless jack

Jack:oh god...I can't stop...it's like I'm possessed...

possesed by a fart demon

Jack:it's like I'm a machine gun, just firing off one fart after another.

me: well if I cry into the humidifiers when you breathe it in it slowly turns your throat and lungs to stone, you cough and wheeze for days, like a constant asthma attack so you think it's a bad dry cough, the worse it gets, the closer you sit to a humidifier, the faster you turn to stone.

Jack:you know, I think I've had enough of this. Can we just leave now?