You squirm under him.

"Ha ha! Yeah, not so funny now, is it?"

Alex tauntingly grinds his beefcakes into your face, rubbing the stink right in. The denim burns against your skin from the chafing as the fumes continue to water your eyes.

BRRPPH! Brrrrrrrrmph...

You kick your legs desperately, but exerting yourself meant you had to breathe. His airy, eggy poison overwhelmed your senses and it just kept coming. The flowerbed next to you was your only empathetic party as the gorgeous plants flopped over wilted pathetically. You wouldn't break as easily, but that was fun for him.

Alex remained smug, sitting atop your face and forcing his muscular-miasma-maker more into your face and letting another heatwave of egg blow over you. He scores an airborne touch-down right into your mouth.