What smells?

What does it smell like? That is probably like asking what does milk taste like to someone who has never had milk.
It has a bouquet, reminiscent of gym sneakers cooking on an open fire full of smoldering leaves next to a garbage can, coupled with the physical sense of claustrophobia. Eyes water, the animals go to another room, usually Louey the burgler starts giggling, Becky the airhead blushes and then coughs. Loaded Lisa who always makes a great victim is sitting by herself after Becky the airhead told her she was a little out of line, is perfect to blame. People start looking around and I take the opportunity to subtly point at Lisa and nod.
Bill the paranoid starts looking out the blinds, his wife Joy trys not to make a scene, Wiffer, Drool, and Skull grunt and start swallowing air and belching. Bones gives wierd Harold a nuggie and it starts.
I do not know what it really smells like, it is hard to describe. Kinda like the time I sneezed into a petri dish in biology lab and put it under the steam radiator during Thanksgiving break.
It is not really a smell as much as it is an Happening. Kinda like when Syd Barret disappeared.
More of a catylist to an historical event. Perhaps Wierd Harold gets one too many nuggies, and bones finds his conscience. Becky the airhead learns to read words with two syllables, Loaded Lisa never comes back, Wiffer parks his Harley outside and his wife has room to sit on the couch.....
Now that I think about it, I never realized that Tobasco sauce has so much influence on modern culture. Just picture Trool and Ripper in a New Young Lawyer Suit, not spilling beer on their beards!
I smell cultural change! I smell an evolution of sentience beyond simple algorythmic progression, I smell revolution!