"May, how long have you been farting?" Gardevoir asked while trying to try out the berries they had picked in the camp.
"I dunno, I kinda lost count!" May admitted, feeling how raspy her flatulence was beginning to sound, which made her blush. "Oof, that's going straight through my shorts."
"Perhaps you should learn to hold it back." Arceus casually considered while walking on through just going about his business.
May rubbed the back of her head while her methane became quieter yet smellier. "Good idea, I like it when I get stinkier but not when I can barely hear my emissions."
