Flatulators

As we moved into the rockier regions of the floodplain, I began to finally believe that just maybe I wouldn't have to smell shit for the rest of my journey. I was wrong. We came upon a series of holes with feet sticking out and the most awful stench was coming out of each hole. I even had to hold my nose, but Faulkner just drank more and seemed unconcerned. "These are people who fart or burp in social situations and act like it's not a big deal. Technically, we all fart and burp, but these are the atomic bomb droppers. Then they'll act like nothing has happened or blame someone else when people complain. Now they get to have their head shoved up the ass of someone who has equally bad gas. Of course one of the asshole demons came by and dropped a spark down there, so now the whole thing is one giant methane vent as well. We think the guy's down at the bottom are probably burning at about 475 degrees Farenheit, but who knows. I'm not fucking going down there to find out." We got past the holes and I could finally breathe again. "Look, can we avoid anymore pools of shit or farting or anything like that?" I asked. Faulkner nodded and pointed down to a steep series of crags where there were lots of screams emanating. "Don't go queasy on me just yet. We haven't even gotten to the torture punishments. That whole section is run by demons and they're are all total pricks. We'll do a few more PG-13 punishments, but in order to get down into Uni-Mecca we'll have to pass through that really nasty part." I nodded and we continued on.