When I first created humans I was afraid of their gas. So explosive! Just building up inside them and erupting like that? Doesn't it scare you? My first prototypes were completely destroyed by it. Forget disease, or genetic malfunction, it was the gas, man.

Now the Quennel world is completely populated by beings who understand their gas is a gift, and when it gurgles up through their noses and ears and occipital vents it creates a joyous trumpeting call. It also plays a central role in their breeding rituals.