Princess Daisy was farting as she was fanning her stinky cacophony, with it causing her yellow dress to puff from her constant bassy farts that were as deep pitched as a tuba. "Peeyew! I'm such a smelly gasbag!"
"If you find it so rotten, when why do you keep breaking wind?"
Daisy scoffed above her raunchy flatulence that stunk of rotted milk. "Because I love being gross and ripe! Nothing gets me more than to show off my tomboyish side by pooting up a storm!"
"Well can you do it after we go to this musical?"
"Why are we even here in the 1st place? There's nothing of value here!"
"I find them to have plenty of stuff in them, thank you very much!" Daisy retorted as she followed it up with a muffled toot.
"Well of course you do, you're such a girly girl in spite of your hotheaded attitude!"
Daisy gasped as she passed gas in the most insulted way you could for a fart. "Excuse me!?"
"Let's be real, we're only here because the author doesn't have a better idea on what to do with us."
Daisy squinted her eyes as she kept on letting her farts fly. "It just so happens to be the weekend of my birthday that I just celebrated!"
"But I thought you had your celebrations earlier..."
Daisy nodded as she farted to prove her potent point. "Oh I did, but I always feel like taking things farther than they are, literally!"
"Of course you do, there's nothing that won't stop a moron like you from making a mountain out of a hill."
Daisy shook her arms while continuing to toot her big fat gassy ass. "Come on I now how to have a good time when I see it!"
