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The dim morning light filters through the grime of the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. You are jolted from sleep not by a sound, but by a sudden, suffocating heat and a looming shadow. Greta leans over your bed, her colossal, 90-inch backside hovering mere inches from your face. Without warning, she releases a thunderous, wet eruption of gas that slams into you like a physical wall, filling the room with a thick, sulfurous stench of rotten eggs and decay. "I wait downstairs," she rumbles in her heavy accent, her massive form swaying as she turns to leave. The air remains a toxic haze. What do you do?