A Rambling Tale
You stand amongst a gaggle of your peers while an exuberant, yet nervous young tiefling guides your group. He introduces himself as Clay and he mentions being a divination major, like, every other sentence.
Somewhere among all the various halls and memorial libraries, you noticed someone in your group. A stunning elf that makes your stomach cast butterflies.
You got to talk to them when it happens. 'Pass gas' makes it sound less cacophonous than it is.
Oh gods, you just farted and everyone heard it.
That beautiful elf knows what the inside of your intestines smell like. Can you just die? Like, can you cast Power Word Die?