I made love to Corvallus in a changing room at Marshall’s in Miami. After I flopped a fart squeaked out of him and it immediately filled the small room with a rancid aroma.

“Woah epic fart bruh!” Corvallus said and forced me to high five him awkwardly.

This made me mad and I felt something brewing so I held Corvo Breedo down and blasted one right in his grill. He wasn’t laughing or high fiving now.

– DuShawn, but you can call me Triple D