 Just shy of the one-hour mark, howling seven hits its crescendo. Ted cooks up a mean batch of chili and uncomfortably looks at one of the customers as he enjoys it. The customer starts to walk away and wipe out. Ted absolutely loses it. I did not alter these fart sounds. These are what you get in the film. You smell what the Ted's cooking? Utter perfection. And now I know why this is called the howling. It's not for the werewolf killing, it's for the non-stop belly aching comedy. Oh man, I'm howling. I'm laughing so hard. Sounds like the Pillsbury Doughboy. Nothing says loving like chili from the howling.