INT. POND - DAY (BENJAMIN TALMADGE is standing waist deep in a tranquil pond, completely naked. The water glistens in the sunlight, highlighting his toned physique. Suddenly, he shifts uncomfortably and adjusts himself, causing a wave of bubbles to erupt from beneath the surface. The sound of a loud, rumbling fart reverberates through the water, causing a nearby group of fish to float to the surface, dead.) BENJAMIN (mortified) Oh, bloody hell! (He frantically looks around, realizing the extent of his gassy mishap. The odor wafts through the air, causing nearby birds to fall from the sky, overcome by the noxious fumes.) BENJAMIN I swear, it was the beans from last night's campfire! I didn't mean to create a fish graveyard! (He hurriedly splashes water around, trying to disperse the offensive scent. But it's too late - the pond is now a ghostly graveyard of fish, their eyes bulging and scales tarnished by the rancid fart.) BENJAMIN I never knew my rear end had such deadly powers. Perhaps I should stick to more mild-mannered meals in the future. (As he exits the pond, a lone fisherman stumbles upon the scene, clutching his nose in disgust.) FISHERMAN Great Scott! What in blazes happened here? BENJAMIN (sheepishly) Just a little... accident. Don't mind me, good sir. (The fisherman shakes his head in disbelief as Benjamin scurries away, the lingering stench of his flatulence hanging in the air.) FISHERMAN Never in all my years have I seen such a foul display of nature's wrath. That Talmadge fellow is a real gasbag! FADE OUT.