Tasha explained to Mr. V how she had intended to include certain things in her novella about modern times but he noted that she didn't satisfactorily explain why she didn't include them.
Mr. V approached Axl with this conundrum.
"Axl, why didn't Tasha include the stuff she originally wanted to include?"
"You're right, V: that would be a lot better than the drivel she chose to run with."
Mr. V thanked Axl for for his opinion and was welcomed; they shook hands, smiled, and dreamed of DQ strawberry blizzards.
But then reality intruded.
"To hell with her. Hey Axl, want to have a farting contest?"
"You bet I do."
Both prepared by consuming beans, cabbage and greasy tacos.
"Ready? Let her rip."
Soon melodious hiney-toots wafted through the air, drawing the locals to watch this once in a lifetime performance.
V spotted Tasha in the audience (her hideous hand bag was a dead give away) and he invited her to join them; she did but couldn't pass gas.
"Try queefing" suggested Axl; she did, and soon they were tooting "Three Blind Mice" in perfect harmony.
"Hey, we're better than Crosby, Stills and Nash" opined Axl.
"Shut up and keep playing" barked V.
The performance went viral: ah, the power of influencers.
Within a week almost all the young ladies in the world carried hideous hand bags while queefing tunefully and almost all of the young men farted in perfect harmony while shaking each others hand.
See Tasha?
You really CAN change the world.
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