You stop moving for a second. You can hear his stomach rumbling. He's about to fart and you can't wait for it to come out. But right before it comes out, it stops. The liontaur is holding it in. You wait for him to push it out, but to no avail. After awhile, you get tired of waiting. "Mr. Liontaur," you ask. "Will you please fart?"
Though the liontaur was just about finished cooking, he immediately stopped what he was doing and turned towards you.
"Huh?" he asks out of confusion. "You actually want me to fart?"
"Yeah. Will you please?"
The liontaur thinks for a second and
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