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Restroom Mobs | ON-HOLD

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"I don't give a fuck!--" The man named Mario stopped shouting after she escaped a loud fart around the cubicle. Their voices seeming to come to a halt from the horrendous distraction. Her beautifully scented fart rang across the room with different tones and decibels that embarrassed the dignity left in her.

There was a cock of a gun with a British man's terrified voice pathetically begging for his mercy.

"--About your reason! You--" Mario Kart continued. Fart, Came another one. She was sure she won't have the face nor the strength to come out of the cubicle after dumping her whole excreta inside an oddly small toilet.

"Cazzo!" Mario Kart's best friend exasperated. "--Who even farts that loud? It smells horrible!" Luigi muttered out loud with a cough and the woman who made a dump could imagine that this person was pinching his nose in disgust. 

In her perspective, they sounded like they were both partners and brothers in crime.

And she meant that in the literal way.

----

Tiffany Bay Garcia was just an innocent Janitress in a gas station, nature called and her rude stomach grumbled with the need to drop a stink pickle. 

She made a dump, little did she know that her life was about to take a dump too.

The peaceful but difficult life that she once had will take a turn in the most mind-boggling way.

Mario and Luigi? they weren't just brick wreckers and coin catchers, they were even death takers too. 

We didn't know that the smell of our own fart can serve as an invitation to hell, or rather an embarrassing invitation for two crazy bastards to enter your life.All Rights Reserved

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