Alex, Clover, and Sam were somewhere in the Arctic, still being gassy as they were letting loose in their stinky fart filled tight jumpsuits, the three wearing hoods as they felt how cold and barren the place was.
"Brrr... damn it, Jerry honestly couldn't give us extra coats?" Clover whined since she let out a sneeze that was complimented with a sloppy shart.
"Well, to be fair, we really don't need them." Sam stated because she rubbed her right arm with her hand while feeling her stomach rumble. "We have something better."
Alex blinked and she tilted her head while peeing her pants. "Really? Why?" She asked in a somewhat dumbfounded tone.
Sam farted out a big loud raunchy toot, letting out a sigh of relief as her embarrassing gas blast warmed her entire suit up. Alex and Clover gasped, looking at each other and then back at Sam.
"You are a genius!" Clover exclaimed as she placed her hands on her butt, letting out a bassy fart that was deeper pitched than Sam's, a large brown stain now visible that was enough to turn her on. "Oh baby, that's the stuff..."
"Oh my turn!" Alex exclaimed and immediately lifted her right leg as she let out a giant wet poot, her eyes widening as the other two girls gave her odd looks. "...I think I might need new underwear..."
All three girls laughed as they continued farting to their delights, their bad gas helping them keep warm. However, they were passing gas a bit too much for their comfort in the ever present future of breaking wind, as one more fart from all three in unison caused the ice below them to melt, with all three falling in, being trapped in giant blocks of ice as they had shocked expressions on their face; somehow all of them still farting consistently.