Revenge of the Sugar Free Devil Bears
When I thought it was all done, was I mistaken! That was just round one. Round two featured an explosive blast reminiscent of a fecal-loaded fire hydrant being opened to relieve pressure. I could feel my commode absorbing the foul smelling debris, dutiful porcelain soldier it was, but I was quite Impressed that I didn’t actually levitate due to immense pressure which built up over the intervening minutes. My abdomen felt as though it were a SpaceX rocket getting ready for liftoff, and all that was missing was someone to light the various noxious gasses leaking from my buttocks to create the “rocket’s red glare.” This phase lasted, based on the fact I was able to listen to an entire episode of Star Trek: Lower Decks, 25 minutes.