Wapun Meadow that old cliché

"Holy fuck, what is that god-awful—" Fox had to stop herself from continuing, because she realized the source of the fucking terrible smell that seemed to have been sent straight from torture-land. She scrunched up her nose as he moved closer, and squinted her eyes, somehow thinking that doing so would close out the rotting smell a little bit more.

"Seriously, dude, don’t come any closer or I am going to vomit," she warned. Fox had a weak stomach, and this smell was making it turn like no other. It was already making those pre-vomit gurgle sounds. What the fuck was Lethe thinking letting this guy stay with them? In fact, if this guy was sticking around, Fox might have to get out of Dodge as quickly as possible. Unless, of course, she wanted to turn into a puke-o-matic.