Gardevoir managed to climb out of the ravine, dusting off her white dress. "Boy, that was rather unfortunate." Gardevoir placed her hands on her grumbling stomach. "I really do need to control my gas."
"Have you tried holding it in?" Gallade spoke, standing next to a nearby tree with his blades crossed.
"Gallykins? Is that you?" Gardevoir gasped.
Gallade flicked his blade arms upward in frustration. "Could you please stop calling me that? I am not Ash, and you are not Meloetta!" he exclaimed.
Gardevoir lowered her eyes, feeling remorse for her loving yet redundant remarks. "I'm sorry, Gal."
Gallade rolled his eyes. "So anyway, you've tried holding in your gas, right?"
"Yes, but..." Gardevoir tried to hold in her gas at that moment, failing as she farted, her gas being deep pitched. "These stinky blasts are too much for my feeble butt cheeks." Another powerful poot escaped Gardevoir's tush, which vibrated as it came out.
"I see. So has Lopunny done anything to make you more confident about this? You gotta make that kind of choice when you're gassy."
Gardevoir lowered her eyes, slowly smiling as she remembered the good times she had with Lopunny. "Yeah. She sure is the kind of girl to let loose like the wind that her butt makes." She lifted her leg, giggling as her deep pitched poot lasted for 8 seconds.
"This may not make sense, but with bad gas comes good responsibility." Gallade stated.
Gardevoir's stomach growled loudly again. She gawked widely, putting her hands over her mouth as her next set of loud farts were powerfully enough to lift her white dress, each one blowing Gallade back. "Goodness! I'm sorry, Gal!"
Gallade burst into laughter, his right blade over his nose. "You madam, are such a gas!"