My digestive system is fickle when it comes to dairy. Sometimes I can consume massive amounts of it and my bowels will be fine. Other times it feels like I am about to birth the prince of darkness from my anus. The latter was the case when I had a few bites of macaroni and cheese. Maybe it had spoiled or something (though it was still delicious) because an hour later I farted, and it smelled like the kiss of death. It was so bad I had to leave the room. I went into the kitchen for refuge and waited 5 minutes. When I came back to the scene of the crime, the smell was still very strong. It was so bad that I could not handle it for more than a few seconds and had to leave the area again. There have not been very many instances where I couldn’t handle my own fart, but this time my fart defeated me. I threw out the rest of the Mac ‘n Cheese a.k.a. the Seed of Satan.