The true identity of the "murderer" John Lowe. He mastered the
hot box fart through frequent usage until he became a deity of ass. For nights in his sleep, John Blowe blew ass in varying power levels, much to the chagrin of his wife and daughter. At the climax of his
anal eruption he reached the ever elusive magnitude 6 hot box fart, which shook the floorboards and scattered shrapnel. His wife could take it no longer and faked her and her daughters death and fled to
Chatanooga. Now John Blowe visits unlucky souls to greet them with an ungodly scent and an ass shattering shock wave.
Brant woke up in the middle of the night with a figure at his bedside. Upon asking
the figure who it was, it replied by doing a 360 cheek
turn ass blast of magnitude 4. Bewildered, Brant realized that it was not just some guy, but the legendary John Blowe.