Genny was placed in a different realm for which she was exploring her surprisingly tighter than expected jeans that made her fart; although granted she did have them over her dress. Nonetheless she decided to write about it while walking down a winding path that led her to a bustling city on a grassy green hill, with a certain iconic fat orange cat being present there eating lasagna.

"Let me guess, the author decided to go about with you making a stink." Garfield spoke without opening his mouth for words to emerge.

Genny appeared quite shocked for she paused her writing. "H-how did you figure it out?"

"Well for starters this fanfiction might cap out at around 1K in terms of the word count." Garfield continued while breaking apart the fourth wall, stretching his limbs. "And it always appears that cute girls like you breaking wind seem to be the norm in light of not every story being that."

"I suppose it is true..." Genny admitted in an embarrassed laugh, placing her right hand on her face while feeling her muffled toots warm herself. "Guess I should look into getting cleaned."