"MICHAEL HARRISON!" Shirley yelled.

"What?" Mick, sitting in his favorite couch, wiped the barbacue sauce from his pear as he adressed his wife. He tried looking away from the midget wrestling in TV as he talked to Shirley, but he just couldn't resist glancing at the petite warriors every couple of seconds.

Shirley simply gave him the 'you know what I'm yelling about' look. It's exactly like the 'you didn't flush' look, except with slightly less arched eyebrows.

"Oh, come on, hon!" Mick protested. "We've been married for, like... I don't know, a year... I think we've reached a level of confidence that allows us to fart in front of each other, you know?"

Shirley sighed. "First of all, I've never farted in front of you, and I never will..."

"Well, there goes that fantasy..."

"SECONDLY," Shirley raised her voice, "farting has nothing to do with confidence. It has to do with you being a pig. And with those nachos, I suppose."

"It's just bodily gas! What's the big deal? I'm sure you fart too, when I'm not looking..."

Shirley blushed. "I don't!"

"You never fart?"

"NO!"

"Actually, I think that's imp--"

"I NEVER FART!" Shirley interrupted, visibly upset. "Don't change the subject! This is about you, not me! YES, it is a big deal when you fart in front of me, because it makes me feel like we're living in a pig sty. It denigrates our home!"

"Denigrates our...? You know, Larry was a much better roommate than you."

"Oh yeah?! Then why didn't you marry him?!"

"His ass is so flat..."

Shirley crossed her arms and did her best to look hurt. "To think that implying my ass isn't flat is as romantic as you get..."

"Aww, honey!" Mick sat closer to her and carefully placed his hand over her leg. "I can be romantic... look, from now on, I'll only let out ninja farts, ok? Silent... but deadly. That way the sound won't bother you."

"Oh, how considerate of you! The smell is a problem of its own, you know? In fact... move away a little, could you? BESIDES, remember what happened that time you sneezed? The consequences were felt all over the universe! What if something like that happened when you farted just now?"

Mxy chuckled. "Bab--" Shirley elbowed him in the ribs. "I mean... Shirley, I think I have enough control of my powers by now to avoid that sort of thing... Not to brag or anything, but I'm getting pretty good at it. I haven't turned anyone into a cow in a month! A couple of apes, sure, but at least they're bipeds..."

Shirley stood up and walked to the window, just to make sure the world was still out there. "Honey, you might wanna take a look at this..."

Grunting, Mick left the couch with the difficulty of a 70 year old and walked towards Shirley. "What?"

"Look out."

There was nothing outside. Not a white void, no infinite blackness. Nothing.

"Oh. Whoops."