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Bob loved to eat, Ben enjoyed farting and Bill liked
to smell the fart - the stinkier it was, the better. It was like an addiction, he couldn't stop himself, so he resorted to
torturing himself. He also enjoyed
a bit of knitting every now and again, and it just so happens that he began knitting a long scarf so he could tie it around his neck and
he screeched out with pain. He didn't realise what he was doing he just thought that
my pants smell bad, they smell like rotten tomatoes! Ewww, bob peed 'aparently' peed in me face! Argh! he later found there was something wrong with him. He had TB Number Five
