Mallow's stomach growling allowed the gassy Pokegirl to be farting up a stinky storm she was holding in the entire night since she was feeling her gut grumble with the rear roars that were desperate to have been released hours ago with her letting out occasional poots here and there which of course now turned into a thunderous tuba since it made her feel so happy to be fanning her rotten reeking rumbling rump. "Peeyew! Now that's been cooking in there for a long while! I feel so happy that I have such a massively messy methane maker in my brownie bakery!"
