“Jesus! What is that fucking SMELL? Is that you, Lenore? Where’s it coming from?”

SNIFFSNIFFSNIFF

“It’s coming from under the floorboards! Bring me my literary crowbar!”

SKRINCH

…

“IT’S A FART, LENORE! IT’S THE FART I WAS TRYING TO KEEP SECRET! NOOOOOOOOO!”

That’s enough.

See what I did?

Yes. Don’t do it anymore.

Oh, I ran out of joke. We’re done here.

Great.