Kintla Flatlands tiptoe through the window

“Never?” she pressed, unable to believe such a claim. Even she, the most noble of Dickwit Detectors and Board of Proper Border Protocol committee members had been known to succumb to such embarrassing moments. She would not believe for a second that Fang had never had poop hanging on for dear life. Sometimes she happened to ingest a hair that was a little too long, or she'd munch on some grass to calm her stomach. Those were the two main culprits of dingle-berry afflictions.

“Maybe, Dingle-Berry Expert, you can check my bum for danglers,” she said. Without waiting for him to confirm or deny, Fox promptly pointed her red butt at him and stuck her tail straight up to reveal, for lack of a better word, her butthole. Her eyes, of course, were facing the other way, but she was wearing a shit-eating grin the whole time.