May and Dawn were both farting while they were letting loose alongside Flannery and Candice since they were having a hot and cold session of flatus creating.
"Much as I love doing this aren't there ways to make our flatulent tangents more unique?" May asked for she was feeling herself becoming quite sweaty all over again.
Dawn felt the back of her skirt lifting up from her trombone toots. "Well that kind of stink requires quite the thought process; give me time to think."
"Do we really need to extend out how we feel?" Candice happily asserted for she felt her frosty flatulence blow her hair upwards. "After all we should just learn to chill like this cool stinky cacophony I'm feeling!"
"Ha: as if you don't feel hot from doing this!" Flannery admitted while fanning her rancid fuming poots that puffed up her smeared jeans. "I feel even sexier with how warm I'm getting from my methane!"