John Acme's villa bathroom was abuzz with the sound of vomiting, while Clara Zuck stood at the bathroom door, retching incessantly.
Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart had long since run out to the villa's garden because it was too smelly inside. After John Acme let out a long fart, the entire house became unbearable.
Then, John Acme felt the urge to defecate, and once he got to the bathroom, it was a splashy affair.
The house was filled with a foul smell, making it impossible to stay inside; despite wanting to go outside for some fresh air, Clara Zuck, as the little wife, had to ingratiate herself with John Acme, so she had to endure it.
"You know Qigong?" Yusuf Zuck sat in the courtyard garden, taking out a cigarette and offering it to Jerome Hart.
"I don't smoke," Jerome Hart waved his hand, "I know a little, it's a family thing. But I'm very curious about how you found that acupoint. Don't tell me you guessed blindly—I won't believe that!"