"Oh no! Not again..." Plum groaned while feeling her stomach churn with every swing, an explosive fart causing her to miss swinging the ball as she sent the club soaring instead. "I've lost count on how many times I've messed up! Maybe I should go see a doctor."
Maple pointed out in a calm manner while adjusting her visor, "Oh yes that does sound ideal, but I don't think a doc is gonna help you out."
"What do you know?" Plum snapped as she went to grab her golf club, only to feel another fart blast right out of her as it caused the grass behind her to wilt. "Sheesh... why do I stink so much?"
"If it makes you feel better," Maple stated with her placing 1 of her hands on Plum's shoulder and lifted her right leg to let loose a long wet fart. "Sometimes I get a bit potent too."
"While I appreciate you breaking the wind with me, it's still not enough to make me feel better." Plum admitted as her stomach grumbled in conjunction with her farting as her rancid farts caused the clear blue sky to slowly turn green as a result, with more of the grass wilting away.
"Well if it wouldn't be enough, then what will?"
"Just the thought that you can somehow handle this shit!"
"Well it's like golf, you have to be patient and wise in order to get anywhere."
"So what you're saying is that I should control my bowels like I do my club?"
"Now you're getting it!"
"That sounds like the stupidest thing I've ever heard..." "...but given that I practically do nothing but golf exclusively, I guess it wouldn't be bad if I attempted it."