Greenbean was scared.
He’d been minding his own business numming pretty flowers and making good poopies on the grass in front of a housie when a scary hoomen had come out and started yelling at him.
The hoomen had grabbed Greenbean and now Greenbean was strapped onto a table in the hoomen’s basement. It was uncomfortable and Greenbean didn’t like it.
But maybe the hoomen had brought him inside because he was Greenbean’s new daddeh.
That was it, Greenbean had a new daddeh! He just needed to tell him to set him free.
The hoomen Greenbean assumed was his new daddeh came in carrying a metal tube thing.
It was an airtight container, but Greenbean was too dumb to know that.
The hoomen roughly shoved a specially made facemask designed for fluffies onto Greenbean’s face.
Greenbean kept trying to explain that his new daddeh should let him go and instead bring him to a lavishly-furnished saferoom with lots of toysies and sketties and a bitcoin mining setup, but the hoomen was uninterested in listening and instead attached the facemask to the gas canister.
The hoomen leaned in so he was right in front of Greenbean’s face.
“This canister is full of all the farts I’ve had after eating at Chipotle and similar restaurants. They are all about to be pumped straight into your nose. This is your just punishment for what you did.”
The hoomen dabbed on Greenbean, then twerked, and finally flipped him off as the farts came in.
Greenbean died slowly of fart poisoning over the course of several days.
He deserved it.
Greenbean arrived at the gates of Skettliand to find an incredibly angry man in a colorful costume and Fluffy Saint Peter were there to welcome him. The angry man did good dancies for him.