M's New Talent

So I'm working away on a defective branch computer today (fried RAM module) when I hear something behind me. Something that sounds like *poot* but I'm not too sure. The radio's on loud and I'm prone to imagining stuff like that. I go back to work and things are fine for a good 20 seconds. Then the smell overwhelms me. This is no figment of my imagination.

On the verge of blacking out, I step out of my office to get a breath of fresh air. Lo and behold, M's standing there with a huge smirk on his face. He's apparently just added the "Drive By Fart" to his repertoire.

I swear. M is the idiot savante of douchebaggery. Under that mildly retarded exterior lies pure genius.