“And just like that…the assassin vanished,leaving only devastation in their wake.He came. He farted. He fled.
Legend says the smell still lingers…”
— A Vallhund Tradition
It always starts the same way.
A wag of the tail.
A loving glance.
A quiet exit.
You think nothing of it.
And then… it hits you.
A dense, invisible fog.
A biochemical weapon disguised as love.
You gasp. You cry. You question every life choice that led you to this moment.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the house, the perpetrator naps peacefully, completely unbothered. Probably proud.
Vallhunds don’t just pass gas.
They strategically deploy it… and vanish.
This is not a coincidence.
This is warfare.
We call it:
Fart and Go.
(And if you’ve lived with one, you know it’s real.)