"How did we end up in this situation?" Pit asked as he groaned, feeling cramped.
"Because you wanted to get that floating vanilla cupcake, you idiot!" Dark Pit snapped back angrily as he also felt tight.
Pit and his edgy, black clone were trapped inside a closet together, with Dark Pit having chased Pit as he wanted a rematch for the embarrassing match. Both of the angels were trying their hardest to get out, but they just couldn't.
"Ugh... you stink." Pit groaned as he pinched his nose with his left hand, waving the air with his right hand. "There's such a thing called a shower, you should definitely take one!"
"I would if it weren't for the fact that I wanted to beat the living hell out of you!" Dark Pit growled as he punched Pit in the face, taking a whiff of his right arm pit as he gacked, coughing as he waved his left hand. "Ugh! Man, that stinks!"
"Yeah! I know!" Pit remarked as he felt his stomach grumbling, gulping as he placed his hands on his stomach. "Uh oh... those bagels I got from Luigi are coming back to haunt me!"
"What are ya, pregnant?" Dark Pit remarked as he folded his arms together, shaking his head as he scoffed. "Stop being melodramatic over your stomach being fat!"
Pit groaned as he closed his eyes. "You don't understand! You know what happens when a bagel hits you-" He then opened his eyes in shock as he let out a loud, brassy fart, blushing as his wings dropped, blushing slightly. "...Whoops."
"And you complain that I stink! Jesus!" Dark Pit stated as he began coughing, the closet getting smellier as he began pounding on the door, screaming for help as Pit slowly sunk to the floor, his arms wrapped around his stomach as he felt bad.