Dave and a coworker are sitting in their office that they share, one day after lunch having a conversation about politics. Dave begins to become slightly uncomfortable due to the gas building up in his stomach. Luckily Dave's coworker gets up and walks out due to some other issues that he needs to handle which requires he walk outside to make a personal call. Dave mutters "finally" and he proceeds to let a faurt out while clinching his legs together tightly just in case anyone walks in while he is relieving this deadly gas from his body. Dave drops his pen on the ground while twirling it around waiting for the fumes to dissipate, which requires him to adjust his position slightly. This proves to be difficult because he had to position the sweater just right on the seat underneath him while he faulted to help prevent the gas from escaping. He thinks " screw it" and goes for the pen. Keep in mind the building was empty before he went to his office because all of his other coworkers were gone to lunch. All of a sudden Peter, a former coworker who was transferred to the office in Canada all of a sudden wanted to drop in and see how everyone was doing! Dave is slowly losing composure while attempting to keep his legs clinched tightly together while also trying to rush Peter away to keep him from smelling what just went on. Dave is reminded of the universal law that states when you are alone and faurt, people are guaranteed to show up out of nowhere.