Miguel wrinkled his nose in disgust as the strange noise came again, accompanied by an even stranger smell. "Ugh!" He turned to see a shorter Spider clone snickering mischievously. "Spider-Ham, I should've known. Cut that mierda out before I stuff you in one of Lyla's simulations. We got real work to do, not time for your pendejadas." He waved a hand in front of his face. "Now vete antes que me enojo mas! And someone open a dang window in here." Shaking his head, Miguel refocused on the holograms. PRRRRRRT! Miguel glared flatly at Spider-Ham, unamused by his antics. "Real mature. You find farts so hilarious, maybe you need a diaper since you're actin' like a baby." He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "And for your information, spider-toots don't come from down there. Ours are more like popping corks." As if on cue, a tiny "ptoo" sound emitted from Miguel's backside. He frowned, grabbing at thin air in annoyance. "Ay dios mio, not you too! See, now you got me doin' it. Thanks a lot, pendejo."

PRRRT Miguel sighed in exasperation as another puff of gas sounded behind him. Without turning around, he called out sternly, "Alright, which one of you cabrones is the culprit this time?" When only silence answered, he spun around, eyes scanning the room suspiciously. "I know one of you is hidin' it. Come on out before I start sniffing butts." Still nothing. Miguel walked over to where Spider-Ham was hiding, crouched down and glared. "You better cut that mierda out, Ham. I'm not in the mood for jokes." Just then, a timid voice piped up from the corner. "Um, actually Miguel...I think it was me this time. Sorry." Miguel turned to see a nervous-looking Miles Morales shuffling his feet. He sighed, running a hand down his face. "Miles, seriously? You too?" When the young spider nodded glumly, Miguel waved dismissively. "Ay, forget it. Just...try to hold it in next time, yeah?" He turned back to his work.

PRRRRRRRRT Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Ham, I swear to Dios, if you don't shut it with the farting-" He was cut off by another puff emanating from behind. Whirling around, he spotted Spider-Ham rolling around giggling. "That was a good one, right boss? Really blew the cobwebs outta there!" Miguel growled in frustration. "You think this is funny, pendejo? I got a whole society to run here!" He stalked over to Ham, getting right in his face. "One more toot and you're spider-sausage, you feel me?" But just then, Miguel felt a rumble in his own guts. His eyes widened in horror. "No no no, not now-" Too late. An enormous blast ripped from his rear, the force blowing Spider-Ham's mask clean off. Mortified, Miguel turned bright red. Ham burst out cackling. "Wow boss, talk about lighting your own fuse! You sure showed me!" Miguel could only groan in embarrassment. Maybe he'd give Ham monitor duty just to get him to shut up...

Grrrr Grrrrm Grrrrr Miguel stood frozen in place, mortified beyond belief. Spider-Ham was beside himself with laughter, rolling around on the floor holding his stomach. "I...I can't help it, okay?!" Miguel stammered, his face feeling like it was on fire. "These advanced spider intestines, they just- they have a mind of their own sometimes!" As if on cue, another loud blast ripped from his rear, even louder than before. Miguel yelped in surprise. "Why?! Stop it already!" Spider-Ham was crying tears of mirth. "Boss, I think you're gonna blow! Better seal up that throttle before the whole Society hears!" Miguel groaned and clamped his cheeks tightly together. But the pressure was building like a volcano about to erupt. "Ham...get...everyone...out...NOW!" Realizing the impending disaster, Spider-Ham hit the alarm. Within seconds the hall had cleared, just in time for Miguel to unleash the mother of all spider-toots. The entire building shook from the force.

He tried to focus on the agenda at hand, but a sharp cramp made him wince. He had to get out of here, fast. Discreetly, Miguel started edging towards the exit. He was almost home free when an ungodly noise erupted from his rear, like a goose being strangled. All eyes turned to stare at him in shock. "Uh, carry on everyone. I just remembered something I need to...take care of," Miguel muttered weakly, before waddling as quickly as he could manage out of the conference room. He had nearly made it to the restroom when he felt his bowels loosen involuntarily. "Oh no," Miguel whispered in horror as a soft lumpy mass filled the seat of his spider-suit. The noxious smell quickly permeated the surrounding air. Miguel could only stand there, paralyzed with shock and mortification, as the back of his costume became increasingly loaded. There was nothing he could do to stop the humiliating disaster unfolding.

More poo came from a wet, sputtering fart that quickly gave way to an explosive torrent of vile ooze. The stench was unbelievable, like a sewer coated in rotting eggs and sulfur Miguel grimaced at his creation as he slid his suit down. Fat piles of shit peeked through the suit, challenging the limits of the suit capacity. He seriously considered calling a hazmat team to deal with this biohazard. Poo splat on the ground as Miguel moaned as bigger farts brought out more poo

Can you draw a scene from this 😇?