-Honey, what was that?
-What? Either a boiler
blew up over there or you let out a fart
that shook the center of the Earth. I’m a princess. I don’t fart. It’s just us here. If it wasn’t me,
it has to have been you. -It wasn’t me.
-Right… So it was an angel
that came here with a message of peace and love
who farted right between us. -It doesn’t even smell.
-That’s strange. With that nose, it ought
to reach your brain directly. The only one who farts
in this house is you. It’s not fair. Like a politician,
you’re blaming whoever’s next to you,
when you’re to blame. Mother of God,
my eyes are watering up. I’m going to put rotten eggs
under my pillow -to kill this stench.
-Go do that, then. OK. Another one? For fuck’s sake,
I’m calling a medical examiner. I think
your insides are dying. Your YouTube followers
don’t complain, because they can’t smell it.
Otherwise you’d have lost them all. At least I have followers to lose.
You have no fans. -Not even one follower.
-Of course, I’m an accountant. You fart the whole day,
and no one is complaining. My farts are generic, normal. Your farts are like acid. They’re like a bioweapon. You really did say
my insides are dying? I fart because
of what you feed me. You’re an awful cook.
I have to endure your farts, your snoring, your sweat,
your gut and your rudeness. Don’t we trust each other
as a couple? Yeah, but trusting
is one thing. Hate crimes are another.
I’ll have to call the UN to sic Human Rights on you. You’re so exaggerated.
It was just a little fart. What? -I let out a silent fart.
-Oh no! Look. Backdoor’s new video is up. Oh, come on! Subscribe
to our channel on YouTube. We’ll have new videos
every week, -on Mondays and Thursdays.
-Stop exaggerating. I’m not exaggerating.