Lady Palutena was farting as usual, looking at a bunch of old dresses that she used to wear but didn't anymore due to being, well, a fatass. Pit walked in as he had his nose clenched with his right hand, fanning the air with his left hand as he couldn't stand the rotten smell of Palutena's butt gas.

"Uhh... lady Palutena?" Pit remarked as he blinked. "Don't you think you should tone down your farting? Like, severely? Pretty please?"

"Oh Pit..." Palutena remarked with a smirk as she dusted off her cleavage, approaching Pit as her thick hips moved, though partly was because of her intense farting, tuba poots emitting every time she took a step. "Can't you tell that I just love to fart?"

"Yeah, maybe now... but you didn't always." Pit responded as he glanced at the bunch of old clothes that Palutena was formerly looking at. "Like those clothes. You used to wear them, now you don't. What's up with that?"

"What's up with not minding your own business?" Palutena scoffed as she whacked Pit on the head with her staff, then aimed her gassy butt at Pit, blasting an enormous fart at him that blew the Kid Icarus right out of the temple, which shook in turn. "Man... do I love doing that. Feels so relieving..."

Palutena wasn't able to celebrate long due to the temple collapsing on her as a result of her said fart.