He sat there in his favorite chair. A chair purchased with fifty other chairs of colors and shapes.

The chair was tall to match the tall bones of man old enough to remember the Creation. And while the chair was much more modern than a dinosaur, it still was an old relic once used in a Moscow police department.

Soothing music of an auctioneer pleased the man as he leaned back and enjoyed rubbing his tired feet, watching an auction and consuming a sweet bowl of ice cream.

Ahh yes. The chair was indeed comfortable. It soothed the aches and pains.

Closing his eyes for a few moments to enjoy the bliss of darkness, the old man farted.