Fart Face

The man who stared looked like a little bitch. You know, one of those faces that provokes punching. Brian would have acted if he had fists. Instead he was left to humoring the man's stupid comments. The man was undoubtedly a Fart Face. Brian waited for a pause in conversation and took advantage of it to roll away from painful conversation. He rolled back to his apartment. He desperately craved a bath.

In his bathtub Brian dreamed of the leggy blondes before they used him as a grown-man-baby. They were frolicking in a green pasture full of bunnies and an assortment of extremely cute mythical creatures. But then the sky filled with dark clouds and roaring thunder. Brian swung his head around to see that the leggy blondes were growing tails and thorns. The bunnies had red eyes and the earth opened up to reveal a glowing underworld. As fast as he could manage Brian rolled away from the growing abyss.