Poor Damien Hurlbutt. The Bourbonnais cinema clerk and communal narcissist who secretly loves to fart had this same idea. He got all mad, because he wanted to team up with Kankakee huckster Pat Splatt and sell his own farts on cBay:
Since this random lady got rich selling her gas blasts, Damien had to continue working at Cinema-13.
Maybe Goop will be calling, or Manteno’s very own portapotty-entramanures, Bern and Peppi Cacca.
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