"Man those pancakes were yummy!" May chimed for she bent over and unloaded her methane maker to let out various toots. "But they sure left a lot of farty gas in my tummy!"
"You think so too?" Dawn laughed since she lifted her leg to produce sloppy braps herself. "Because I think the scent is gonna be enough for us to say peeyew!"
"You think we could keep this rhyming up?" May asked upon fanning away the paint peeling stench of rotting pancakes.
"Maybe but what do I know?" Dawn laughed upon pinching her nose in a playful manner above her loud scented mist. "This is gonna be the 7th skirt in a row I need to change from my wind breaking!"