You, sir, have not met my wife. She farts a lot, and she’s good at volume, distance and odoriferousness. She’s been know to bring grown me to their knees. All this, and she’s a mere wisp of a thing, five foot nothing and about 100 lbs. Pound for pound, I think she could be the world champion.
This said, she’s pretty sneaky about it when not at home. She’ll wander off somewhere and then come back with a satisfied grin. Most strangers think she’s a perfect little angel. Sometimes she’ll forget and unintentionally “crop dust”, though. Then everyone looks around for someone to blame. It could be the big guy in the room, or the dog, or the nearby waste management plant, but never her, oh no.