End of the day Friday.The group troops to the elevator.On the way down - Jim says
"Lets see what variations can we come up for TGIF."

"Thank God Its Friday" - says Elaine
"Thank Goodness Its Friday" - chimes Sara
"That's Great Its Friday"  barks Sam
"Toes Go In Front "yodells Jim
"Tactical Ground Intercepting Fighter" says Nathaniel matter of factly

 Banta's turn.  Poor guy was in no mood- he had a queasy stomach since last night and he was squirming all the time.

"C'Mon Banta its your turn - let's hear from you buddy" everyone chorused
Poor Banta, squirmed, looked at everyone helplessly - no help was forthcoming.

Suddenly they was a low fizzzzzzzzing sound and then a god-awful smell filled the elevator air.

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiikes" they all screamed- what is that - "Phhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeew, wassa shtink?" asked Sam

Thankfully the elevator doors opened as it reached the ground floor and as  fresh air wafted in - Banta with a smile at everyone, wafted out of the elevator first with the parting words "What a relief, finally -  Thank Goodness I Fizzed."