A stark-white, windowless, fluorescently-lit, medical waiting room. A cacophony of gaseous semi-rhythmic ass-slapping fills the air with gargled-sounds and shitty-stink alike. A newly admitted and quickly-drowsing young man’s eyes roll back into his head at the thought of his upcoming admittance into this helpless colonic orchestra. Soon he too would be mindlessly curled up on his side, drunk on anesthesia, and uncontrollably farting as the result of his recently “successful” colonoscopy. How Sweet the Smell!