[NOTE: I apologise in advance for the horrible pun on the name! D:]

When I heard that the boss wanted to see me I groaned loudly. It wasn't that I was worried about being late (checking in I had seen three others still hadn't managed to make it to work) but – well, the horrendous experience with Tyrone had nailed in what I had suspected since the raccoon; I had somehow become a fart magnet. It seemed – well, it WAS impossible but it was happening!

If that was true then Mr Gill would also want to fart on me. His office was in the middle of the floor that I worked on in what was basically a big glass box. An enclosed box.

The shark wasn't nearly as proud and as vain as the last boss we had had (a bull who was for lack of a better word a slob!) but he had seen no point wasting resources to move his office as it still gave him a good view of his workers.

Mr Gill and I locked eyes as I slowly approached him and the moment that happened I saw him lean to the side and I saw a look of strain briefly flash across his face.

I hoped that this was going to be a quick meeting.

Stepping into that office was akin to stumbling across an abandoned fish market, or at least I think so; I can't imagine the stench of rotting fish guts would have been any different to what Mr Gill had produced. I visibly winced but as with all the others Mr Gill took no notice as he smiled and nodded to an empty seat.

“Traffic's been hell hasn't it?”

“Yeah...” I didn't trust myself to speak too much with that smell lingering.

“Hopefully it doesn't happen again tomorrow! I'm going to get straight to the point though here -”

Good!

“I need someone to help me with paperwork and the like, only for a couple of hours a day mind you but it would help this company's productivity greatly!”

The shark leaned forward at this point. I couldn't tell whether he had farted again or whether his chair had scraped across the floor, but there was no mistaking the squeaker that came after that one! I coughed a few times.

“Simple matter of copying figures and checking statistics as well as helping me with various small jobs! You've proven to be a very hard worker which is why I picked you out! Of course...”

Of course what?! Don't bloody pause to break wind, my nose couldn't take it! Even Mr Gill was coughing a bit I noticed but as for me my toes were curling!

“...as it's extra work from your normal duties you will get a raise from this! About $420 extra a month, I hope -”

“Y-yes!” How could I refuse something like that? For just a couple of moments my disgust at the smell Mr Gill was producing was forgotten but as he got up – one, two, three – five farts!

~phhhhrrrrrrp~

No, six!

“Excellent! Let me just get the contract!” Mr Gill smiled. I was happy to sign it but wondered if I could get away with taking it back to my desk. I watched, blinking fast as the shark came to my side of the desk, watched as he bent for the contract, watched his ass get right up to my face -

PHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPT

I had to turn my head away. My head was spinning from all the farts I was having to sniff...

A) Colour

B) Prank

C) Tar

D) Summit