Precision shooter

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[2] When the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ started it was a blessing. Not for anyone within earshot, of course. It sounded like a helicopter shredding through a field of opera singers. As my entire body liquified itself and evacuated through my lower half, I couldn't help but think about when I learned where Cyclops, from the X-Men, gets his lasers from that he shoots from his eyes. They come from a dimension of pure energy, which he channels through his eyeballs. IMO, maltitol is a gateway to the fart and ♥♥♥♥ dimension, channeled through my butthole, because there is no way my body contained enough mass to do what it did to the toilet that night.

[1] The last time I ate "keto chocolate" I didn't check to see, and it turned out to contain maltitol as the primary sweetener. I figured that out on my own about 10 minutes after eating four chocolates. My stomach gave the death rattle bubbleguts and I knew. 10 minutes after that I was writhing in pain on the bed. Every five minutes or so, my butthole would blossom open and unleash a foghorn of gasses. Not like a normal fart- like 15 uninterrupted seconds of straight farting. Count to 15 right now, do it. Think about a fart lasting that long. A fart torrent. And it wasn't even enough to relieve the stabbing, excruciating pressure in my body. I was pouring sweat, moaning. It probably looked like I was going through withdrawl symptoms, and no doubt it smelled like a hot swamp.

Hope you're doing good brother