Amber and Hu Tao farted together while they were doing poetry with it becoming clear to the Outrider that the funeral director was clearly into it. "All these words you've written... I feel inspired just by reading it! It makes me more pooty than I normally am!"
"Well yes, that's what happens when you just embrace it with the wind!" Hu Tao laughed and leaned forward to blast out a beefy brap, fanning it away after it caused the plants behind them to catch on fire. "I just get that sudden urge to write whenever I toot my own horn, literally!"
"I can see and smell that!" Amber said with her lifting her right leg and brapping away since she was lifted off the log she sat on.
