"What is this smell?"
"Damn it, it's so stinky, why does it smell so bad, did you fart?"
"It's you who farted, damn it, I only shat in my pants."
"Damn, you're really disgusting, get lost, get lost, get lost."
"No, this isn't the smell of poop, it's the smell of rot."
Even before the appearance of Death, some particularly sensitive people had begun to smell something foul and grew troubled. What the hell was this stench, and why was it so unbearable?
"I can't take it, I can't take it anymore."
One of the individuals, whose physical training had made his sense of smell a hundred times more sensitive than normal, was experiencing the stench as if he were right in the midst of it while others perceived it merely as a bad odor.
The smell, that intense pleasure, knocked him right out.
"Damn it, who the hell let out a big one without wiping their ass?"
"Get lost, damn it, it's killing me."
"This smell is really unbearable."