"That was just the tip of the iceberg." growled the werewolf.
You are lying on the ground, panting heavily and groaning repeatedly from the horrible stench. As if farting that loudly wasn't enough, it turns out that the werewolf had only gotten started. The werewolf turned around and lifted his tail and blasted a fart so loudly that it almost knocked you over. The odor was so rank and strong that it killed some of the flowers on the ground and caused a tree to lose most of its leaves.
This is clearly getting more than ridiculous now and by the looks of it, the werewolf just wants to humiliate you by farting in your face. You don't want to play anymore; you just want to go home.
"You're not even playing the game anymore! You're just farting in my face over and over again!" you shout.
"That's not true!" chuckled the werewolf. "See? Watch!"
The werewolf turned around so that he faced you this time. He grinned widely and put his hand under his armpit again. However, he started grunting so hard that his face began to turn red and he began to sweat. The werewolf was about to fart once again...by the looks of it, it was a real nasty one.
"Take a whiff of this!!" he shouts.
The werewolf didn't fart loudly, but the sound and smell was extremely fetid. It was so gross and wet that it sounded like the werewolf crapped his shorts. The werewolf sighed contently and sniffed his own fart, laughing and holding his nose while wafting the stink in your direction.
"How's that for handicap?!"
You realize that it's no longer possible to win the game. Not unless you find some sort of gasmask...which was nowhere nearby. There's only one possible thing you can do now...
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