"We'll be nice and save in here." Meloetta commented as she took out a carton of vanilla icing and placed her right paddle shaped hand into it, sucking up the sweet, succulent vanilla icing right from the carton itself.
Bianca nodded in agreement as she closed the door. "Yeah! Those dumb bees can't catch up now!" She then farted in fright as she noticed all of the whiplashes whipping about. "Uh... uh..."
Bianca and Meloetta were faced with whiplashes that cracked back and forth, the two girls looking at each other as they whimpered, holding onto each other.
"I don't think my icing can cool me down from these things!" Meloetta exclaimed as she trembled, wrapping her arms around Bianca.
Bianca hugged Meloetta tightly as she let out a deep pitched, tuba like poot, followed by a squishing sound as her eyes widened. "I'm glad I packed a lot of clean panties, because as much as I enjoy baking brownies, sometimes there are moments where it's not right to do it..."
Meloetta looked at Bianca with disgust and shock as she pulled away, shaking her head as she picked up her carton of icing, holding it tightly as she stuck her tongue out, her eyes closed as she shook her head.
"Eww, Bianca! Just eww!" Meloetta exclaimed as she shook her head. "That is the grossest thing I've heard in my life!"
Bianca placed her hands on her hips as she pooted again. "Wait a minute, you're contradicting yourself! You said that you were amazed that I poop myself daily at the very beginning of the story!" She pinpointed as she shook her head, with a wet bubbly fart coming out of her brown stained butt.
"Yeah, well that was history," Meloetta remarked as she shuddered, retorting with a sly reference, "And history's about to change."
And with that, immediately followed awkward silence.