It Is Placed In The Butt

“As you can see, as long as I keep my butthole pointed at the floor, my flight is stable.”

“And there's no smell?”

“No, no smell at all.”

“But the sound—does anybody else hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Are you sure about the smell? I mean, maybe this isn't the best environment to detect it, since this meeting has been going on for three hours—not that I'm complaining, it's been a lovely meeting—but I'm definitely smelling something.”

“Nobody is hearing that sound? A high-pitched buzzing? It's drilling right into my head.”

“Maybe if I got my nose closer? Could you hover directly above me?”

“There has never been a complaint about the sound. Are you sure it's from the device?”

“Can I smell everyone? Just to isolate the scent?”

“Oh, the sound stopped. It must have been my schizophrenia. Sorry.”

“Well, I've seen enough. Thank you for the demonstration, Ken. I believe if we put all our resources on this project we can have it on toy shelves by Christmas. Sound good, everyone? Great. If there's nothing else, let's close this meeting.”

“Wait, I found the smell. Forget I said anything.”