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What's That Smell?



Bob and Henry were archeologists and were on the verge of the discovery of their lives. On the uninhabited island of StickMyFinger Innit they were about to become the first explorers of a giant cave. Who knew what dangers lurked below. Certainly not Bob and Henry.

The two archeologists prepared to descend into the earth's core. They loaded their backs with their equipment and set off.

Almost immediately they were overcome by a powerful smell. It was as if some giant animal had crawled into the cave and died. And the deeper they went the worse the stench became.

Finally Bob turned to Henry and gasped "I don't know if I can go on Henry. That stench is nearly making me unconscious."

"Stench?" said Henry. "I thought it was my asthma!"

The Two Word Tuesday prompt this week was miasma/stench.
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