"How long is this girl going to keep ripping ass?" Peter Griffin asked upon seeing Pokemon's Farting Hilda let loose a stinky storm. "I mean sure I'm jealous but even I don't pass gas like this."
"I'm present in my methane because the farty future is now old man!" Touku responded while shaking her fart churning hips that stained her already smeared jean shorts filled to the brim with scents so foul it would make a garbage dump jealous. "I got more waiting in here!"
"Oh good for you." Garfield casually said for he decided to kick a vase overhead onto the gassy Pokegirl with it knocking her out but still making her break wind. "...And this is why we always question which story we'll be placed upon in..."
