An add on story about Queen

Maybe we could make a Queenzoner's trilogy of funny Queen stories, along with "The Egg Story!"
It works like: you add on parts where the other person left off, but please, let's stay on topic unlike that other story we did, lol
John went downstairs early one Fall morning and rummaged through the cabinets, looking for some Grape Nuts to perhaps give his dormant bowels a good blast since he hadn't had a movement since god knows when. Suddenly, Freddie appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Good morning, John dear," He said in a slurred tone. "Oh," John jumped and nearly spilled little crunches of Grape Nuts all over the marble counter and onto the linoleum floor. "You gave me a fright...How are you this morning? And, um, might I ask why you have a lacy black thong snagged on your right ear?"

"Oh, this thing?" Freddie gingerly removed the undergarment from his ear. "Well, let's just say that things got a little...hectic last night."
"You don't say?" John replied, sitting down to his Grape Nuts.
"I'd rather not talk about it," as Freddie slumped down into his chair at the table.
A moment of silence passed before Roger was heard to exclaim from the upper floor:
"HEY FREDDIE! THERE'S A BUNCH OF NAKED PEOPLE AND CLOTHES IN YOUR ROOM! D'YOU WANT ME TO KICK THEM OUT?"

come on this topic is slow let's have a story!

Roger went on to his room without waiting for a response.

Roger had had two cups of coffee that day (more than one gives him gas) and the next minute he let off a series of loud but not smelly farts.

"Cor..." he whispered.
"I heard that," said Brian, standing near the door.

"Oh, would you just go away!", Roger shouted, and threw a teapot at Brian's head.

Roger accidently knocked Brian out so immediatly called for an ambulance.

"Oh,Brian,it...'twas my foot rubbing against this, erm...chair." Roger bit his lip and, realising that there was no chair within foot's reach, announced: "I think a duck got stuck in my closet and choked on one of my socks..Erm.."

John was secretly jealous at Roger for being able to fart and poured himself another bowl of grapenuts.

After John finished his bowl, he thought he could feel the beginnings of an actual bowel movement. Excited, he walked to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. The feeling went away, and he felt completely in despair.

"Why so down, John dear?" Freddie inquired as John desolately slid onto the sofa and began to sulk.
"Well, I just ate about 10 bowls of Grape Nuts and I tried to have a movement..." John was now on the verge of crying...."But only FARTED."

"Eww, you farted?" said Freddie, sliding down the couch a little. "I'm getting away from you!"
"Immature!" John said loudly after Freddie as he skipped away.

John was probably in the worst mood ever, and no one was making it better.

Back to Brian and Roger. Roger kneeled by Brian's side, calling his name and trying to wake him up. Brian finally opened his eyes.

"Where...Where am I?" he muttered. "Who...Who am I? Who...Who are you?"
"Erm...I'm Roger, your friend."
"Where are my clothes?"
"You're wearing them right now."

"Brian, I'm very sorry for knocking you out," Roger began, and paused to nibble on a fingernail. "I don't like having attention drawn to me when I, umm...pass gas."
Brian's eyes widened. He was obviously fully conscious now. "You FARTED! Oh, yeah! Now I remember!" Brian leapt on his feet as if the floor had been spring loaded and bounded out of the room, chanting, "Roger FARTED! Roger FARTED!!!" And whooped with laughter.

Freddie and Brian collided headlong and paused.

"What is all this talk about flatulence?" asked Freddie.
"I dunno...But it sure is smelly business."

"Mine did NOT smell!!" yelled Roger from his room.