The lady keeps farting, a loose flapping sound followed by a dark dank stink. You are about to be sick. She won't stop talking or farting. You finally can't take it anymore. You walk up to the bus driver demanding off. He won't stop the bus for you. So you go to the back and kick open the emergency doors. You leap out while the bus is still going down the highway. Your ankle snaps when you land and you roll into the ditch gathering many bloody bruises.
At least your away from that bitch.