Somebody yells, "Shat trick!"

The gods of scat have smiled upon you, you are the chosen one. Do your duty, stank the earth and spread your seed.

Bloody Marys less fortunate sister muddy Carrie appears to you.

That's just a crop dusting if you're walking.

I dunno about thrice in a row, but almost surely you will eventually shart.

Rice comes out of your bum, three times.

Tomorrow it will rain.