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The smell of one's own farts rarely bothered the farter, and even in this case, that remained true. All things considered, he felt quite relieved. The removed pressure of the gas helped his back muscles relax a bit and afforded him a bit more movement. Lionel didn't bother to turn around and look to see who it was when he heard the door open. It wasn't until he heard Camilla's question that his head twisted around, the old man's gaze affixed directly at her.

[color=9C6F6F]"Well that's not what the current situation is. However, if'n you're wishin' for that to change, go ahead and disclose that desire unto me and I shall use utmost speed and deliberation in fulfilling your request."[/color] Despite his compromised position, Lionel spoke loudly and with great emotion, as if he truly believed every word he had just spoken despite his physical condition. That said, he made no further movements, and it looked as if he had no intentions of doing so any time soon.