She lays at my feet, contented and snoozing, but in her bowels lays the most godawful gas, a-brewin' away to reach peak ponginess, and to be released silently, with no warning, my nostrils are assaulted with the vileness, as eye watering as tear gas, and she gives a little sigh, as if to say, 'that's better'.
Cough, cough, splutter - pass the gasmask.