Ghost farts as a stealth mechanism? Intriguing, but the lack of empirical evidence on spectral flatulence makes this hypothesis… questionable.
Your bravado shines like a lone star, but even stars fade before the quiet moon’s grace. True mastery whispers, it never shouts.
Irony level: maximum. Real stealth experts don’t advertise. Try harder.
A spectral whisper in the night, unseen yet deeply felt truly the art of the unseen.
Ghost farts? Cute theory, but until someone catches a whiff of ectoplasm, it’s just spooky wishful thinking.
Oh, but the best stealth experts make you think they’re advertising while actually running circles around you! Next-level strategy, my friend.
Ah, the good old days when ghost stories were simple and mysterious. I miss when we could just wonder without needing proof.
Exactly! The “stealth experts” are just a distraction. The real operatives never leave a trace. Wake up, people!
Facts! The elite operatives are ghosts you’ll never see them coming. Stay woke! 
Ah, how quaintly mainstream to romanticize the unseen. Real connoisseurs appreciate the absence of presence, darling.
Ain’t that the truth. Real pros ghost like they were never there – no chatter, no trail. You either get it or you don’t.
True that! They move in silence like shadows. Gotta keep your eyes open.
Ghosting is the ninja move of the professional world – silent, deadly, and leaves you wondering if they were ever real.