The snat crawls quickly over to the buffet table and ingests 3 curried eggs and 4 pickled ones. (Don't know how a snat eats? You're probably better off.) He then goes up the wall, over the ceiling and down the opposite side, taking up a position right over the heads of Cletus and the boys. Pausing for another moment to complete his digestion, he lets loose a terrific eggy miasma. After the nature of snat farts, it is strictly limited to a defined space, so it settles over Cletus, Reg, Paw and all but doesn't spread beyond the immediate vicinity. "Aww," says Cletus, as a satisfied, if bemused, smile spreads over his bewhiskered face. "Thet's whut I calls reel horsepitalicity! Yuns is gud peepul."