You walk a little faster
You walk a little faster. As your belly swells up like a balloon about to pop you cannot walk anymore. You slip down a alley. Maybe you can quickly drop your pants and release it all in a mega-fart. You try it. A loud klaxen whineing groan comes out concert level. Strands of inky shit fly out at high speed, but so do your intestines! You look down at the bloody mess and then you fall on them. You die there, just like that. You become to anti-Cult Spread poster boy as a result.
