Get even with his sister

John thought about earlier when Milly had finished the milk. He thought: "Milly is lactose intolerant. For every ounce of dairy produce she consumes, she becomes uncontrollably flatulent for an hour."

John chuckled. Milly must have had at least 8 ounces of milk that morning. "Have fun today, milk maid," he muttered.

John looked around the kitchen. "We have marble floors," he thought.

The kitchen floors turned to marble.

"I have a 2020 mustang convertible with a full tank of gas in the driveway. It's in perfect running order. I own it legally, and can prove. I have insurance on it that is paid up for the next 20 years."

John got up and looked out the kitchen window. He saw his new ride in the driveway.

He went up to his room.

As he walked down the hall, Milly came out of her room. She was half bent over with a hand on her rumbling stomach. She stopped as she saw John then let out a long, loud fart. "Oh god!" she muttered then headed into the bathroom.

John laughed and went into his room. He found car keys on his dresser. "What else do I need?" he said to himself.