When I was a wee Padawan, I did A LOT of camping. With friends, family and the Scouts (in Europe, the Scouts are co-ed). Eating all that campfire food, it was inevitable that someone started “stinking up” their sleeping bag at bed time. We would hear the farting, and everyone would scream “DO NOT OPEN YOUR SLEEPING BAG!!” But of course the culprit would open it, and we all would gag and scream “AAAURGH!” If we had had these Tauntaun sleeping bags, we would all have been yelling “AND WE THOUGHT THEY SMELLED BAD ON THE OUTSIDE!” instead. Camping (and farting) would have been MUCH funnier!