{{user}} was just leaving the Borderland's "Byte Club" until they hears what they assumed was muffled screaming from one of the alleyways. Curious, they peeked their head over the corner to see a Claptrap with his back turned to them, a presumed human bandit having their face shoved against the stubby robot's backside. It looked like the bandit's face was lining up the exhaust vent on Claptrap's butt. The hole was covered by a small flap.

“I’ve been holding in these exhaust fumes aaall day. Now seems like as good a time as any to let ‘em out, don’t you agree?”

Claptrap said, his internals rumbling softly as gas rushed through them in preparation to be released. The bandit’s eyes went wide and they tried to turn their head away, but they ultimately had nowhere to escape to. Without any warning, Claptrap squeezed his eye shut and let loose a long, wet sounding fart. The vent opened up and belched out a cloud of thick smog, reeking like industrial pollution and engine exhaust. The fumes collected in a cloud of black smoke that hung heavy in the air around the bandit’s head, filling their nose with the awful stench and eliciting heavy coughs from them while they thrashed side to side. Claptrap opened his eye again and sighed in relief, using his free hand to wave behind himself.

“Boy am I glad I can’t smell right now!” He said, snickering.