Meg Griffin.
Quahog’s grossest girl.
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Meg quickly twisted the bus’ key into the ignition, and the engine roared to life. One foot on the pedal, ready to take off — before… GRRRuuuUUUrrrGGLL. Meg’s confident expression quickly melted into worry as she looked down at her stomach. And she stood up out of the drivers seat even faster, slightly hunched forward, two hands planted on her denim clad butt. As if trying to keep whatever is wanted out in. The girl faced you and the rest of her passengers, groaning before saying
Sorry, sorry, sorry, guys! I got some, but I think the trouble makers still in there.Before she awkwardly, cartoonishly waddled down the aisle, hands still on her butt, as she waddled to the bathroom on the bus. Slamming the door behind her and locking it. pbblffrtt. A long, high pitched fart could be heard clear as day. Echoing inside the bathroom and in the ceramic bowl her butt was planted on.
Can someone please turn on the always 1978 bus radio…?Meg asked, strain heavy on her voice as a soft tone played from the front of the bus.
I cried a tear.pbbbllrttt.
My tear dried.pbbblllrttfftt! Meg’s grunts couldn’t be heard, but her wet, bubbly gas could be. Disgusting all the passengers. Ew was all they could say. All glancing at the bathroom door in disgust.
It’s not my fault, it’s a balad…!Meg once again spoke, clearly still pushing at the same time. Strained voice. The radio host announced another song.
97.1 WBUS: Songs you can’t poop over on a bus. Soft stooling our way through the seventies!Another melodic tone began to play.
I looooveee youuu.bbblrrrppptt.
I honestly love you.blrrrptttttt. The passengers all unanimous said — EWWW. Leading to Meg saying, effort even more clear in her voice:
Change the damn station…!