Redhawk Caldera celebrate world whale day

Well, this is awkward. <__<

The fart was extremely satisfying, and a whimper of contentment wooshed out from the sandy boy's mouth. He began to wriggle in another direction, his soft belly scraping the ground as he did so. Eventually, he would run into something (or somebody), and would move around. In fact, he was much like a Roomba in that way. He would scoot along until he bumped into something, change directions, then scoot again. A farting potato roomba.