Fartlo! I want to toot some cheeky tidbits with you today, as my time is now a smelly breeze. I used to work for a big ol' gas-blasting aerospace defense tooter. We were tooting around with next-gen flatus propulsion flickers and whoopee cushion mission mash-ups. Ask away and I'll rip an answer if I can. Attached is one of a handful of gas-puff pics me and my fellow tooters managed to sneak from our stinky lair, during a time when security was a bit more gassy.