This is why the Geneva Convention is a thing. Nobody wants to get farted to death.
I wonder if Heaven has decontamination showers…?
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A knight in immaculately clean plate armour (no helmet) is lecturing a very bored looking overweight dragon.
“...and then you shall turn about and walk no less than 10 paces thence. At that point I shall raise my thrice blessed shield, and hostilities may commence. Do you accept the terms?”
“Hm? Yes. Yep. I totally got all that.”
The dragon turns around to walk away when suddenly there is an almighty BLLLAAARRRRT and a roaring incandescence from its rear end. The flames engulf the knight, instantly blasting the flesh from his bones.
The dragon doesn’t even pause. We see a wide shot of him waddling off into the wilderness, leaving the charred speck of the knight far behind.
“...and then you shall turn about and walk no less than 10 paces thence. At that point I shall raise my thrice blessed shield, and hostilities may commence. Do you accept the terms?”
“Hm? Yes. Yep. I totally got all that.”
The dragon turns around to walk away when suddenly there is an almighty BLLLAAARRRRT and a roaring incandescence from its rear end. The flames engulf the knight, instantly blasting the flesh from his bones.
The dragon doesn’t even pause. We see a wide shot of him waddling off into the wilderness, leaving the charred speck of the knight far behind.
You and your onomatopoeia….