Perhaps two of your gassy women and 1 "victim" getting stuck and having a competition with the other trapped with them as their unwilling judge? Perhaps trying to "pressurize" the closet to get the door back open? Or perhaps a good ole fashion desperation story?

Just imagine Laura and Michelle getting crammed into a cramped closet with you...their naturally plump and plentiful bodies comfortably squishing around you before they start pumping out downright sour gouts of wretched methane...the small space quickly becoming swamped and saturated with the increasingly ungodly pollution spawning in the beautiful ladies’ bowels while they somehow keep upping the ante by conjuring up even more hideous torrents of ugly fart smog~

Now you're talking ;P

i was so woried for you. now i am so happy to see you feel better! ^w^