"Oh dear!" Pyra exclaimed while letting out huge farts that puffed up her shorts; it was quite embarrassing for her since her flatulence was going on and off between being the usual ass gas blasts and the occasional scorching flames that would occur: it was notably burning her up and yet she was still surprised by this entire flatus fueled ordeal. "I didn't think this would happen!"
"Ugh this is all your fault!" Mythra snapped upon feeling her pants fill up with her stinky methane since she could feel herself making such a messy methane mess within her smeared clothing that definitely was going to need a good cleaning long after this wind breaking would take a temporal break. "Talking to all these Smashers before we got the playable invitation was a bad idea!"
"Well whose fault is it really then-"
"YOU DAMN WELL KNOW WHO'S TO BLAME!"
"Another flatulent pair?" Shulk chuckled while fixing up his Monado blade. "Guess you were really feeling it when you saw them huh."
"Just shut up and record the video." Master Hand snapped for he knew how much people would pay to see this.
Dry Bowser shook his skull in a disgruntled mood of disappointment while grilling hot juicy burgers nearby, having his golfing clothes on due to coming back from a quick round of golf. "Certain folks just don't know what to do with themselves."
"Y-yeah, you could put it like that..." Rex admitted while eating a hamburger for he tried keeping it together, happy yet disappointed with this strange turnabout.
"This is embarrassing!" Pyra and Mythra proclaimed upon their simultaneous pooting in different tones for most of the Smashers were coming in to have a good laugh filled welcoming to the newest playable members of their gang; alas did the Aegis blades realize that this was to be their fate for the rest of their entire lives for Pythra learned a lesson in embarrassment: once playable in the realm of trash you will forever be gassed... or something stupid like that lmao.
