“Um, allow me to chime in here right quick.” Zach points to Xavie. “You are not allowed to stay here…ever. Not again.” Xavie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “W-Why not?” “Because you shat on my bed, that’s why.” “I sharted!” “I know!” Zach hollers back. “And it got all over my bed.” “I didn’t do it on purpose!” “No one sharts on purpose, Xavie. No one.” “What if I promise not to shart again?”
LOL shart in his bed.
