gabe retorts on jenny, who then farts like always

jenny: wow.

woah. WOAH. really? REALLY?!
that's what i get for writing a blog posting and not signing my name? for reals?
because i'm pretty sure, miz bugle bottom, that you do fart. and THEY don't smell nothing like ambrosia. THEY smell like a hot trash can next to a cabbage mummy in a museum that's been closed for a decade.
and i blame your farts for my zit, because you've obviously been toxifying my airspace since 2001. and i'm pretty sure that if ben franklin hadn't signed his name on the magna carta, you'd still fart. so don't bring up history unless you want wrestle with a sick academic. i've always got my mouthgruard in, and i'm not scared of bleedin.

LITERALLY SIGNED,
GABRIEL ETHAN LIEDMAN

ps: "toot. toooohoooooohoooohoooooohooooooooot. tfffttffffffttteeeeekkiiiiiiyyyyyaaaaaaa!"
--Jenny Slate