If anybody knows me well, you'll know I love a good flatulence joke. This isn't a joke, but we are in the genre:
6:30 AM. Q2 has climbed into bed with us. We hear a little ... um, er, poot.
E38: What does a polite girl say?
Q2: I didn't do it!
C39: (snicker)
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