Stephanie Hayes: There are stage lights and a clap board and a Chihuahua named Dane, as in Great Dane, who is very, very calm, considering what's about to happen.
Dane is fitted with a belt — a Gas Girdle — that farts on command. Instant birth control. No one wants to get busy when noxious fumes waft into the woo. Not even an animal biologically programmed to seek a whole bunch of sex.
Pffffffffffffft.
"Voila! Instant turnoff."
That's Joey. He presses the button, expelling a cheeky battle cry from the speaker strapped to patient Dane.
Pffffffrrrruuuuuttt.
"Seriously, dude. You should get that checked."
Everyone in the studio stifles a laugh. Awkward silence is crucial.
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