George & Rupert - Act 11: Fart Confessions

Forgive him, George, Forgive your past

Forgive him, George, Don’t be aghast

You love him, George, don’t question

You love him, George, open a new season

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Much of what George can recall

Was Rupert being an antagonistic pinball

That which he was first appalled

Now loving him, deeply enthralled

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“I’ve told you many times, now what do you pray?”

Threateningly ask the priest behind the glass

George leaves with no hesitation, heading for grass

For the confession room is not where he returns

To being a future devoted human to earn billions

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No matter what that priest–father says

George finds his place in Rupert’s gaze

The one man who is kneeling on the grass

Whose lap and smile are his to gas

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“You fatass!” Chuckles at each other

“Stop farting in front of me!”

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“Haha, come on. Farts are good for the body, and you know why?”

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“Farts are good for the body my ass, you’re making things up again”

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“Haha, you know why?” George brings Rupert’s face closer

Noses kissing each other over

“Why?” Rupert shyly asks, returning his smile

“Cause i help you stay healthy, and it’s mine”

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“My farts are good too”

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“Nah, yours smell like tacos”

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“Ew, yours smell horribly too”

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“Didn’t you say you like it?”

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“...You made me like it…”

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“DId I?”

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“Why are we even talking about farts? How’s your talk with your father?”

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George stares up at Rupert’s face

Giving his chin a slow, comfortable trace

“All is well, and, wait” *farts, “all good”

“Yuuucks, stop farting. Did you eat something?”

“Nothiiiinggg~” George wriggles his face into Rupert’s lap

Hiding his strawberry face

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