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Shame on you, Cyka. You have gone against farting etiquette.
It's alright, he was alone in the closet so all etiquette was observed due to solo farting etiquette involving much wafting of gases towards ones own nostrils.
"It's not broom closet yet. It's never broom closet."
I must apologize profusely for my insensitivity. I was wrong. He was indeed alone, as we can obviously assume the Narrator has no nostrils to speak of. Or out of, for that matter. Nor does Stanley.
But I digress.
Incidentally, we may have found the reason for so many deaths in that broom closet.
Leftover farts.