Lady Palutena farted as she waved her right hand frequently to get the smell away. "Phew! I really stunk up the room! Eww!" She then laughed, enjoying it despite the sulfur like odor her big butt was loudly emitting like a tuba.
"Tell me about it..." Pit remarked as he had his nose pinched by his left hand, trying not to breathe in the gas. "You may be a wonderful, divine figure, Lady Palutena... but your farting is so... gross."
"I can't help it, my adorable angel boy." Palutena remarked as she let out another brassy fart that caused the green couch she was sitting on to melt, gasping as she glanced down. "Oh my! Excuse me, mister couch! Sorry!"
Both of the Kid Icarus characters were in their room, of which they shared together within the Smash Manor, but it was hard for Pit to tolerate his goddess' frequent flatulence, as it was starting to smell just as strong as it sounded. The paint on the walls was beginning to peel from Palutena's farts.
"Lady Palutena, maybe you should get Master Hand to zap you with some magic that makes your... gas smell like vanilla ice cream?" Pit suggested as he rubbed the back of his head with his right hand, blinking. "I mean, you should ask him to make you... break wind less!"
Palutena frowned as she stood up, bending over with her hands on her hips as she farted again. "But I like farting! There's nothing more fun for me to do than farting!"
"...don't you like being playful?" Pit commented as he squinted his eyes, still pinching his nose.
Palutena nodded, rolling her right hand around. "I do, yes. But I also like farting." She then pointed her butt at Pit and farted, giggling as she walked out, continuously farting as the entire room smelled horrendously awful.
Pit was knocked back on his butt, the stink getting to him as his face turned green, causing him to puke as he whimpered. "Ugh... Lady Palutena, wonderful Goddess of Light, why must you be so gross and dangerous...?"