Not far from Mount Nabemba, a caravan stood in the middle of nowhere, crushed under a sun set to "grill mode."
Toriyama, the chillest of them all, was sipping a mojito under a parasol, wearing sunglasses that screamed "I refuse to stress."
Inside the office, Chief Sagoroni was pacing like a tired spinning top, deep in metaphysical thought.
And in the surveillance room, two oddballs: Pitoyama (aka Pito) and Todoro, eyes locked on their screens, watching everything that moved—or didn't.
Suddenly, a voice burst out like an awkward fart:
— Hey! Pito?!
— Huh? What now?
— Don't you see something… suspicious over there? asked Todoro, glued to his screen.
— Weird? Where? replied Pito, scanning the screens.
— Bro… seriously? Out of ALL these screens… you don't see anything unusual?
— Nope! Just tell me already, instead of buzzing around like a mosquito near a lamp!
Todoro didn't answer. He simply pointed to screen number 6
—the one showing the chief's office—then rested his hand on his chin like an old sage.
He whispered:
— Yes… it has to be that… No doubt about it…
Pito frowned.
— That's just the chief walking and thinking. He does that all the time! What's the problem? Got bionic eyes now or what?
Todoro slowly turned toward him:
— Are you familiar with voluntary rectal lockdown… or muscular containment of the post-intestinal pathway?
Silence.
— Huh? Did you just insult me or is that a real thing?
Pito froze, mouth open. He doubted everything.
Todoro… did he read a dictionary while I was asleep?
His mind plunged into a stream of flashbacks: all the times he called Todoro an idiot… in the morning, in the rain, on missions, in the shower, even whispering it in his sleep.
He saw himself in every scene, joyfully mocking his friend.
Gripped by existential panic, Pito snapped back, defensively:
— Of course I know it! What do you take me for? I'm a master in intestinal geology!
Todoro nodded, dead serious:
— Look at the sweat on the chief's forehead… the rhythm of his steps… and most importantly, observe… the movement of his buttocks.
— Wait, what?! So what is it, Todoro? Tell me!
— No doubt about it… The chief is suffering from explosive diarrhea.
Pito exploded inside. His eyes widened like balloons, his nostrils flared like Apollo 11's parachutes, and his whole face trembled under the weight of a cosmic laugh.