"I think you might be going a bit too far ahead with this." Clay spoke while watching Hilda fart in the mountains.
"Nonsense! This is how people used to do it in the yester years without equipment!" Hilda spoke back while confidentially farting away.
"...You sure are full of yourself, you know that." Clay spoke in a gruff tone for he picked up a pick axe and began chopping away at the dirt wall near him.
Hilda stuck her tongue out while pulling up her shorts to make her flatus echo more throughout the cavernous area. "I argue my farts are moreso that personally!"
Clay shook his head in disapproval. "Why am I even bothering to give you the time of day for this...?"