"I'm not going to eat that!" You shout at Matt. "And there's absolutely no way I'm going to get addicted of this smell!" With that, you start walking towards the front door. Matt follows you smirking. "Sure. That's what you're saying now. But three days from now, you'll probably come here and beg for more of my potion. Unless you've decided to embrace my lifestyle all by yourself." He says and munches on some of his chips. Then you notice a familiar smell in air. "And that was you." He tells you between eating.
You return home, not able to believe what's happened. You spend rest of the evening in your room with window open, hoping that it would remove some of the smell. It isn't much help though, as your new gas is so strong. You don't really dare to sit down, because you know that the stink is going to stick to the furniture, just like it has done to Matt's.
In the morning you notice that your bed indeed smells horrible. Furthermore, you don't feel any less gassy today either.
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