Three little old people are sitting on a bench and talking. – Me, said the first, when I fart, it makes a lot of noise, but there is no smell. – With me, answered the second, it is the

His friends laughed heartily, amused by Harold’s candidness. The second friend, a kind-hearted woman named Mabel, chimed in with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, “Well, Harold, that’s interesting! As for me, it’s the other way around. There’s no noise, but oh, the smell! I call it my ‘silent but deadly’ tactic.”

The third member of their trio, an elderly gentleman named George, who had always been the philosopher among them, shook his head with a smile. “Ah, you two are something else,” he said. “But listen, with me, there’s no noise and no smell. It’s just pure bliss! My body is a mystery even to me.”