Wii Fit Trainer was doing several jogs in the hallway of the Super Smash Brothers Mansion as Olimar and Pit watched.
"Gee, the Wii Fit Trainer sure is doing as much exercise as possible," Pit admitted as he wrapped his arms around the back of his head.
Olimar moved his hands about as he turned to Pit, with Pit understanding his movements.
"Oh yeah, I definitely know of her... flatulent problem." Pit admitted as he shuddered, rubbing his arms together. "First Peach, then Lady Palutena, and now the Wii Fit Trainer... I don't know why this author is obsessed with making Nintendo's finest ladies gassy..."
As the Wii Fit Trainer came jogging back down the hallway, she tripped over a yellow banana peel, landing on her back as her legs were apart from each other. Pit and Olimar winced as the Wii Fit Trainer farted, letting out a deep pitched blast of gas that echoed throughout the hallway, smelling awful too.
Pit gawked as he covered his mouth with his hands, his face turning green. "Oh goodness! That smell horrible!"
Olimar was starting to panic, but then immediately realized that he had a helmet on, sighing of relief as he placed his hands on his hips.
The Wii Fit Trainer chuckled nervously as she rubbed the back of her head with her right hand, standing up. "Ehehehe... excuse me." Taking a sniff, the Wii Fit Trainer let out another raunchy fart as she resumed jogging, the smell not offending her.
Pit's eyes widened in shock as he watched the Wii Fit Trainer go. "Damn... not even the rotten stench could prevent her from keeping in shape... she really is fit..." He admitted, the smell getting to him as he ran into the nearby bathroom to puke.
Olimar shook his head as he pulled out a newspaper, reading it while Pit continued blowing chunks from smelling the Wii Fit Trainer's flatulence.