Jolie and the Unnoticed Release of Unwanted Gas

It was a social gathering in ancient style...

All dressed accordingly: carrying walking sticks that they didn't actually need when they were men and wearing corsets with the objective of constraining obesity to bearable levels when they were women. 

The background music was what nowadays we use in funerals. 


A maid went around offering liquor. 

Spectacles that cover only one eye and hang from chains of gold were seen everywhere. 

A dog of style, of those whose bodies make waves, so elegant, of really long legs and spine, is relaxing under the chair of this really fat man, who is perhaps a relative of the KFC Colonel (KFC man). 




Politeness levels are so extreme that conversations sound like murmur. 

All of a sudden, a noise, a very loud noise, is heard. 



Everyone seems to direct their eyes to where the KFC man is. 



He quickly responds to their interest by turning to the dog and saying: Jolie, get out of there, Jolie! Go for a walk. 

Jolie is not his dog.

Ten minutes pass and the KFC man gets the attention of all once more, the turning of eyes happen again, and he again says: Oh, oh, Jolie, please go for a walk. I don't understand why you are still there. 



Jolie looked at him, understood, but did not comply. 

Thirty minutes pass.



The scene repeats.



This time, before the KFC man releases the token that is directed to Jolie, her owner intervenes: Jolie, get out of there immediately before this man releases his excrement over you! 

(This time Jolie moved and she then ran away)

Laugh a bit, please