Amber and Jean were both farting together on a crate that they were trying to break since both of them were out of their elemental magic so they had to rely on their massive methane to do any damage. "You think this will work Jean?"
"I hope so Amber..." Jean pointed out while having 1 of her hands on her growling stomach and fanning the air emitting out of her rumbling rump that reeked of digested veggies using her other. "...I don't know how long we can go until we poop our pants!"
"Kinda too late." Amber admitted upon laughing in embarrassment with her hands clenched. "I was so glad I found fresh underwear in that chest I opened up earlier because I'm really gonna need it!"