His knob fired off like a mortar, though without the airy thonk. The load flew in a high arc and descended at great speed. It did not land on Downing Street, though, and where it did land, there was no discernible damage other than a little corrosion to the gnome’s already-dowdy paintwork.
Blaffpppphhhhhbbbb! The turd fired out, and it was followed seamlessly by the hot, smelly air that had pressed it forth. That air then slowly got pinched off as the gap was filled with another thick log, and this one more flopped than fired, and that only after some long seconds of sliding through the anal gateway.