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RONNIE: guy in the passenger seat, returning to his hometown.
CALEB: the driver and Ronnie’s friend.
Ronnie and Caleb are driving along a state highway.
RONNIE
Well, here it is-- the town I grew up in.
We see the road sign: "Welcome to Fartville."
CALEB
Fartville?! That's hilarious! What, is it because everyone here farts a lot?
RONNIE
Haha. Very funny. That's soooo original. Actually, it's because our town's founder was a very famous French trapper named Gustav LeFart. And if you knew anything about the history of the region, you would know the 't' is silent.
CALEB
Silent T, huh?
RONNIE
Oh, here's Main Street. Turn here. This takes us through the historic center of Farville (pronouncing it correctly with the silent T).
They drive down the quaint historic district of Fartville, which seems like a
quaint and idyllic American town from a bygone era… except everyone is farting, and in the most egregious manner.
The preacher talking to his parishioners on the steps of the church lifts his leg to fart.
A boy chasing a spinning wagon wheel down the street pauses to crouch and fart.
Two girls in bows and pigtails on a porch swing fart in tempo with the swing.
The hotel bellboy bends down to carry a fancy guest's valise and rips a huge fart.
The saloon keeper in the doorway farts into a pint glass and then rubs it with his apron.
A bronze statue of Gustave LeFart shows him posed with leg lifted and strained face.
Caleb looks at his friend incredulously, like he can't believe he just saw all those people farting.
CALEB
Are you freakin’ kidding me?
RONNIE
I know, right? I forgot how conservatively everyone dresses here.
Blackout.
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