Put a cork in it

**** times call for **** measures and with Annabelle not showing any sign of halting her flatulence of her own volition, Texas would have to put an end to it herself. As Annabelle continued blasting off, the wily weasel would hop on over the bar and pull a cork out of one of the kegs of beer. "If you think wasting that swill is going to make me upset, you need to think again, I buy it for pennies per keg." Annabelle taunted, not realizing what Texas really planning. Holding her breath she'd walk up behind the windy barkeep, pull down her pants and shove the cork in as deep as she could.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Annabelle shouted as she felt something shoved up her backside. "Get that thing out of my ass right this second! Or I! I'll uhh.... Crap..."

With a satisfied smirk on her face Texas would back around to Annabelle's front. "I don't think you'll be doing that anytime soon, now you better tell me where Smiling Jacks went. Or we'll be finding out how long it takes before your stomach can't take the pressure anymore." Of course Texas was a woman of the law, she'd never kill a criminal without due process, but she figured there was no harm in threatening to do so.

"Hnnghh... Uurrpp! F-fine! I'll tell you! But you better get this damn thing out of my ass right after! Jacks is...