[ The sound abruptly stops as he tips his foot back up, his sockets momentarily empty in his surprise. A sound puffs out of him, then, when he takes a hand from his pocket to....
Yeah, wave his hand behind him a little, like there's anything to air out. ]
Wait, wait, hang on--
[ And he steps back down again, makes sure to squeeze out every last flatulent sound from the whoopee cushion with the rest of his weight bearing down on his slippered foot. ]
Well, I dunno about you, but I feel better.
[ He winks. Leans over. Whispers conspiratorially: ]
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Yeah, wave his hand behind him a little, like there's anything to air out. ]
Wait, wait, hang on--
[ And he steps back down again, makes sure to squeeze out every last flatulent sound from the whoopee cushion with the rest of his weight bearing down on his slippered foot. ]
Well, I dunno about you, but I feel better.
[ He winks. Leans over. Whispers conspiratorially: ]
You should'a taken the bedtime story.