Act II: The Gas

So less than a half hour into my day, I have ate half a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich. I ate only half because I was not able to choke the other half of it down. Eating anything (especially something so greasy) was probably good for me and bad for my coworkers as the first sign of the storm was coming, a foul smelling gas sneaking up on me from behind. I fear that the suffering has just begun...