May and Dawn were both farting up a storm in their third version clothing as they were riding on a private yacht they had a close friend of theirs steer, with Arceus and Rayquaza watching from high in the sky.
"Arceus, can I ask you something? A rather important tangent, if you will." Rayquaza stated after transforming out of his mega form, grabbing several berries and juggling them as he spoke. "You think these two girls will ever stop farting?"
"You really think that, knowing this author?" Arceus scoffed as he shook his head, trying to do some cloud fishing using his godlike power. "There's a lot of girls with similar charms to these tow that constantly fart both on and off screen during these stories. These two will keep on farting even after all the people reading this die."
"Damn... that's a strong point." Rayquaza stated as he glanced down to see Dawn faring in May's face. "But, wouldn't this story and many others get deleted due to some rather unfortunate event far beyond our control, due to us simply being fictional characters?"
Arceus paused for a moment as he took in this thought, his eyes widening a bit as he saw May bending over and letting out wet farts in Dawn's face.
"When do you want to admit defeat to my trumpet toots?" May taunted as she stuck her tongue out playfully.
"Never!" Dawn spoke back as she pulled away from May's grip and blasted raunchy farts at May's face, the two gassy girls laughing at their flatulent predicament.