This morning I woke up slowly, as I do many mornings. And, as I do many mornings these days, I woke up to getting kicked in the ribs. Fine. No problem.
The kicking paused for a few minutes.
I had gas. So I passed the gas.
I got kicked, pretty distinctly.
I passed gas again.
I got kicked again.
This happened twice more. Each time I got kicked once, kind of hard, right after farting.
Matter-Eater Lad though this was HILARIOUS. Because he is actually 10.