Stinky did her best to stifle the giggles caused by Chemsey's strange condition. "Well, actually, I do it's pretty funny. But like, I'm not laughing AT you."
Chemsey rolled his eyes. "I must confess," Chemsey replied, "to a certain lack of patience. I appreciate you returning my potion, make no mistake. However, your saying of that word his left me in a rather rotund and compromised position, little missy - not to mention an embarrassing one. Would you be so kind as to stop beating around the bush and instead inform me what aspect of this situation you find risible?"
Stinky rolled her eyes in return. "Lighten up, will ya? You sound like a geezer in his eighties telling those 'darned young'uns to git off his lawn.' Anyway, I just find it funny, because... well, you've heard of Stinkers, right?"
FRAAAP!
Another fart slipped out of Chemsey before he got a chance to answer. "Stinkers? You mean those with a predilection for producing copious amounts of natural gasses?" Stinky nodded with her eyes half-open, a wry smile across her face. Seriously, the way this kid talks is weird, she thought. Chemsey continued, "Yes, I have heard of them - It would be rather strange if I had not heard of these individuals, would it not?" Stinky then gave Chemsey a knowing smirk. At that moment, Chemsey realized, "Wait, are you saying--"
Stinky interjected, "Well, in that case!" then raised her leg and pushed both arms into her torso, pushing out a loud fart.
BRAAAAAP!
She made it a point of making it a touch bigger than Chemsey's own fart, so she wasn't outdone. She grinned when it finished. "See? That's why I think it's funny! What're the odds that a Stinker would set off a condition like that?"
"Quite high, as it happens," came Chemsey's deadpan reply. "I suppose now I understand why that word comes so casually to you. Not to mention your rather on-the-nose name." Stinky gave Chemsey a wry, defeated smile. Guess he's not all that impressed, she thought. "With that said," Chemsey continued, "the present situation is serendipitous for... related reasons. You see, as I informed earlier this malady of mine has resulted from experimentation in relation to potions. Experimentation I'm confident you will not be surprised to hear involves flatulence. Do you follow?"
BRAAAPT!
Chemsey's little speech was punctuated by another one of his farts. Stinky tilted her head quizzically. "I... don't think so, no. What do you mean?"
"I mean to offer you a position at my shop, Miss Stinky. Experimental subjects are at a premium, and experimenting on myself, as you can plainly see, is far from an ideal remedy. As such, should you choose to work here in my bottle emporium, you shall assist me in manning the store, and on occasion partake of wares which remain in development, so that I may add them to inventory safe in the knowledge that they work as intended. Your employ shall be part time, and will be compensated well in more payment, naturally. What say you?"
Stinky's eyebrows went up slightly at the sound of such a job offer. Huh, alright, she said to herself. Was NOT expecting that. Stinky took a few seconds to think over Chemsey's proposal. She really did wish to make it up to him for accidentally making him inflate like a balloon, and since her showing of her own gas was met with a lack of enthusiasm, she wasn't sure what else to do to make Chemsey feel better about his situation. But, after giving it some consideration, she came to her answer:
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