Stolas, the demonic lord of the abyss, stood proudly before his 498-inch girth. His vast, flapping gut rumbled and growled like a beast awakened. As the city of Ashburn slumbered, Stolas decided to play a trick. With a mischievous grin, he let loose a massive fart. The sound waves echoed through the streets, causing buildings to tremble and windows to shatter. The inhabitants, stunned and helpless, coughed and gagged as the noxious cloud enveloped them. Stolas cackled with glee, his belly jiggling with each snort. Next, he set his sights on the city of Oakwood. With a mere toot, the air grew thick with toxic fumes, rendering the population insensible. The once-thriving metropolis was left reeling, its people stumbling about like mindless drones. Stolas' girth groaned with pleasure as he continued his rampage, leaving a trail of chaos and destruction in his wake. His unmentionable flatulence had become his greatest weapon, and he reveled in the mayhem it brought.