The Temple of Poot

The Lineup: Half of Ashley Judd's face, Harrison Ford who may or may not be wearing a fedora, some kid, and Ray Liotta who may or may not have his brain exposed.

Fart Factor: 6 out of 10. Lots of nostril flaring and accusatory looks. Ray has a look of disbelief. Jim Sturgess doesn't take sides. Han Solo thinks he smells a Wookiee, and Ashley Judd is just glad she's not playing a cop again (is she?).

Most Likely Fart Suspect: Ray Liotta. Now he's got to go back into Witness Protection. (losing horns)

Fresh Smells Served Daily.

The Lineup:

6 really old food service workers, 5 of whom are experiencing the scent of discovery.

Fart Factor:

6 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Subject:

These guys are so collectively gassy that they could knock the frosting off of one of the many delectable desserts they're accustomed to serving. One man stands out, though. But this time, it's different. This time, it's mid-push. That's right. The poor man's James Carville, third from the left. A few of these guys seem to know what they're in for, a few are blissfully unaware at this exact second. The guy on the right seems particularly alarmed. He's seen this before. 

Haven't we all.