Inside the prison cell, everyone was cursing, covering their noses and avoiding him, full of extreme disdain. The Drunken Elder turned towards the big man and let out two more "poofs," releasing two loud, wine-laden farts. The smells within were distinct; with a single sniff, one could tell what the Drunken Elder had eaten. A little imagination would make one feel utterly nauseated, almost to the point of vomiting.
The big man opened his mouth to curse, but a cloud of dense fart hit him square in the face, just as he was about to rant. Some part of it surged directly to his head, while the rest settled into his stomach. In a moment of surprise, he swallowed it down. Instantly, his stomach churned with disgust and loathing. Unwilling to let this go, he opened his mouth to hurl more insults.
