To The Stink Bomber of Jetblue Flight 670

You passed through the airport’s checkpoint undetected. Little did the security folks know that you were in possession of a deadly weapon, an atomic blaster that could damage olfactory senses till kingdom come.
As soon as the airplane’s doors shut tight, you unleashed your silent but deadly missiles. Stink bombs after stink bombs exploded everywhere. There was no time to put up the odor shield. The unsuspecting victims, me included, reeled from the impact, while you sat, undetected, anonymous, the only one enjoying this fart fest. Every noxious fume ball that ripped from the posterior orifice of your body ripped a corresponding hole in the ozone layer. You were merciless with your air strikes. For all I know, my genes could be mutating right now from all that toxic onslaught.
For this, I accuse you of contributing to the destruction of the environment and humanity as a whole. Judging from the disgusted looks of those around me, I think I know the jury’s decision. The verdict : guilty as charged. The punishment : solitary confinement, and a lifetime ban against broccoli, beans and other gas-forming foods. Arise, Stink Bomber, and leave your flatulent ways behind. You have caused damage enough.
Signed, your victim.