You're moving to a new place and you ask me to help you pack. I do, but I whine the whole time about it. I groan and strain exaggeratedly with every box that I lift, and won't stop complaining. That is until I find a box full of really cool stuff that I want. I ask you if I can have the box. You say I can take it, but on one condition... I have to fart into the box over and over again until you say I can stop. First I say "no way!" But eventually I give in, pull down my pants, stick out my naked butt, and fart into the box five times. You're so weird! Are you actually enjoying this?