Luke then lets out a not very loud, but airy burp onto your face. It stinks of pizza and milk. You try your hardest not to gag, as doing so would tempt him to tortue you with farts instead.
"Luke, can we continue tutoring?" You say as you wave your hand in front of your nose.
"Toot-ering you say?" He says with a smirk.
"No, NO!" You exclaim.
BRAPPPPPBRBBRBBRBRrrrr...
He lets out a fart that starts off loud then gets quiter with each second that passes. That still doesn't excuse the aggressive stench of Betram's cooking.
You feel light-headed, as if you're going to pass out due to all of this gas.
"Are... you done?" You ask on the verge of tears.
"Hm. Sure, I'll be done... IF you can beat me in a video game!" Luke exclaims.
At this point, you'd do anything to go home, so you accept the challenge.
"Great! If you win, I'll stop farting on you. But if I win, you have to do all of my chores for a year!"
This challenge caught you by surprise, and frightened you. If you lost, you'd have to spend even more time with Luke. And even MORE time with his gas. But, you need to escape this nightmare.
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