Emily had to win the debate so she had to use the ultimate weapon

As the synchronized peeing of Sarah and Honour reached a crescendo, Emily's face contorted in a mix of desperation and determination. She knew she had to win the debate, and she was willing to do whatever it took to emerge victorious. With a fierce glint in her eye, Emily slowly began to turn around, her back to the class. The students watched in rapt attention as she carefully positioned herself, her eyes fixed on the floor.

The room was silent, the only sound the gentle splashing of Sarah and Honour's pee. The professor, still oblivious to the chaos, droned on, his words a distant hum. Emily took a deep breath, her face set in a fierce expression.

Emily's face was a mix of determination as she positioned herself, her back to the class. She took a deep breath and let out a loud, long fart, filling the room with the sound and smell of her big stink poop. The class, unable to ignore the sudden intrusion, turned their attention to Emily. Sarah and Honour, still peeing, couldn't help but stop and stare. The professor, finally realizing something was amiss, looked up from his notes and turned to face the class.