Peach was letting loose huge farts to celebrate the birthdays of her fellow friends and enemies on this odd night at the Melee All Star rest area that surprisingly was set in the midnight frame for which somehow that was a mixture of all time due to the various streams gathering around in a spot where such things did not exist; yes that could be a thing in the world of Smash: as such the stinkiest Smasher of them all made use of her ever present methane. "Ooh I hope you all like my farts!"
"Trust us we don't." Lucario sighed while trying to enjoy the cake yet found it so that he couldn't due to smelling the rancid odor of peaches from the pooting princess.
"Why is it that we give her the attention again..." Silver sighed for the psychic hedgehog found it hard to appreciate the gifts they received.
"It's because we happen to be incredibly easy targets for her." Dry Bowser scoffed with his bony arms folded. "Such is life for us."
Peach continued wiggling her hips upon which her sharts left a brown stain on the back of her smelly pink dress. "Let's not fret about what isn't right: let me keep stinking it up all night!"