I moseyed into the Fake Q shill hovel wherein were found several bleach-haired, fat faggots LARPing along between lengthy breaks for snacks.
They seemed surprised.
I explained my presence by holding up a genuine ACME Super-Fart grenade.
I pulled the pin and let her rip.
Right down in the middle of them. They were overcome with a Hydrogen sulfide nightmare.
I departed and secured the door with a chair.
I could hear reeee-ing and crying.
gloriousness.