Incredible Gassy

In the crisp, fall evening of Metroville, you were walking around, and felt as the cool air pierced through you. That was of course, until you came across a sudden warmth in the air. Could it have been a fire? or perhaps a feeling of anger? That's up for you to decide, as it doesn't matter. The true reason was the fresh gases exposed by the anus. As you started to concentrate on what the smell came from, it was heard: an unmistakable sound of a fart, and-every few seconds in between or so-a bunch of wet splatting noises. Any citizen of this city would've cried "it's Incredible Gassy!" However, to you, it could've potentially been a stranger with a questionable nickname.

An undeniable truth lingered in the air: this person claimed that "This city needs a hero!" Which was a claim that anyone could hear, to which your position was no exception. Something you could realize-and anyone else could-was that his voice was full of sulfur. As he looked down at a criminal, who simply accepted his punishment, he thought of himself as the big man in town. "Gotcha! Now, we've got two ways to handle this. You can either surrender to us Gassers... or rot in jail for the spread of lavender!" His voice was husky and strong, despite his build saying otherwise. Before the other man could get a word in edgewise, there was only one thing to be heard...

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP!!!

Such a deep, bellowing howl blew dusty, smelly wind straight into your face, a testament to anything around the scene that is somehow still alive. The threat was dealt with and the police called. Such a thing would've been dangerous to be caught in, so it would naturally make sense to run. That was until he cried out: "Does anyone else want a piece of me?!" And then he turned to your direction...