An explosion to remember

It 4:20 am.
I am tired of powning people on blockles. I'm just sitting down on my back/butt, slouched over and my eyes are open <.0001 mm. It's like 90 degrees in my room and it feels like a jjim jil bang. A sweat is just rolling down between my left eyeball and my left ear and I'm too lazy to get it. I hope it evaporates within a couple minutes, but I doubt it... it's humid in my room too. I get up and open the window and it's getting a bit chilly now. I close my eyes and take in a good whiff of the morning breeze. I feel like Simba when he breathes in the magical wind thingy with like leaves and colorful flowers and grass in Lion King. I smile. My 2 front teeth start to show slowly. And then I slightly open my eyes. You can't tell if I'm opening my eyes or not. Anyways, you get the picture.... and then BOOM BOOM BAM. I turn around... it's quiet and my brothers are sleeping. I think it was a gun shot outside? dang.. when did La Palma get so gangster-ish. We had only one crime in the past 32 years or something. yah... crazy. So I walk over to the window to see wsup.... nothign.... and then as I turn around, I hear Bzup, Bzup BRrp. I look at my brother sleeping on the ground before me.... and I hear it again. Brzup Brrp BOOM BAM. I witnessed..... .... ... .. . my brother fart in his sleep. Is that even possible?
and that's all he said.