Beyond the Black Hole

Help sometimes comes with its own problems

Well, thankfully the decontamination crew, or should I say the large ugly really smelly creature who rang the doorbell, showed up very promptly this morning. It simply asked me where the cheese infested area was located and slimed its way to such location without further ado. I have heard nothing but sucking sounds coming from the armory room since he entered. Uh, wait, let me revise - I have heard nothing but sucking sounds interspersed with occasional very raspy sounding farts here and there. I suddenly find myself feeling like sharing an admission that I likely could have lived my whole life without smelling those gastric omissions. They have, however, seemed to produce a highly euphoric feeling within my brain. It almost makes you forget about that smell. Almost! I think I might be burning out my olfactory system, here. Anyone have any suggestions?