Forget EV rebates—load me up on beans and lock me in the Governor’s office. One legendary fart might finally clear his sinuses and his priorities. Gavin, nobody’s buying an electric spaceship when rent costs more than a kidney on the black market. Focus!! #fyp #song #farts

Please, call me Mr. Tentacles.

Well, my Taco Bell meal was rather nuclear. I hate to admit it. My job is to warn others of the nuclear reaction in the toilet bowl.

Okay, whatever, I don’t care how toxic that chemical is. If you breathe in one of my farts, your insides will melt faster than ice cream in the desert. You’ll need to call Hazmat, FEMA, and maybe even the Avengers. Trust me, my gas is the real environmental disaster.

When you work for me, part of the job is dealing with the smell. If I do a number two, you’re coming in, taking a deep breath, and watching that doo-doo go down to make sure it flushes right. It’s called quality control—it’s in the benefits package. Free smells, unforgettable memories.

Sorry, that was me. I was always told farts were free, so I let it rip. Didn’t know it came with side effects: burning noses, watering eyes, oozing ears, and a lingering sense of betrayal. Honestly, I think I created a new species of air pollution. EPA's probably on their way.

And I'm over here trying to digitize my farts. Windows hasn't released that one yet. I'll just keep releasing my farts until they do. Heck, they might come up with a piece of software sooner. Who knows..👀

Yeah, I don’t know about the Dune prophecy, but my prophecy says I’m about to pass gas so epic it’ll wage a battle of farts. Forget sandworms—this one’s coming straight from the spice mines of my gut.

Leaking classified info? Bruh, that’s like ripping a loud one in a hostage negotiation and blaming it on the translator. Now the room stinks, nobody trusts you, and the booger of betrayal is just hanging there for everyone to see. Who let this dude out the group chat?!

Forget the rose, I’m handing out flyswatters! Y’all need to calm down before your mama comes in with a belt AND a lecture. 💀🌹

True, he may not live forever, but let me tell you—my farts? They’ll outlast civilizations. 💨 The real resistance is anyone trying to survive in the same room as me!

Ah, so they’re not shrinking the government, they’re just hoarding it like it’s the last roll of toilet paper in 2020. Next thing you know, they’ll be auctioning off 'freedom' on eBay. 💨👀

The Guardian is on Blue Sky? Oh great, maybe they can guard people from my farts, because I’ve cleared more rooms than a fire alarm. If they survive my Taco Tuesday special, they’ve earned their title. 💨👑 Good luck, Guardian—you’ll need it!

Ah, Jessý, geology, astrophysics, and marketing? Impressive! I, Lord Tentacles, hold a PhD in Odor Management, specializing in strategic fart deployment. While you study rocks, stars, and ads, I clear rooms and leave noses quaking in fear. Let me know if Iceland needs some air… fresh or otherwise.💨🎓