"I can't stop farting!" Bulma exclaimed with her clenching her fists after fanning the reeking air since she was letting loose her big butt brapper without having any way to control her brapping. "How did we get this gassy again?"
"Good question!" Sailor Moon screamed with her trying to hold down her constantly fluttering skirt from her own poots and not exactly having the best luck keeping it from revealing her embarrassing underwear. "I think our bodies are trying to revolt against us!"
"Well this isn't what I wanted to do!" Chi-Chi complained for she felt like she was blasting off from her brap blaster going off. "Now I know how the fighters feel when they take off to fly!"
"How long are we going to stink like this?" Android 18 questioned with her having her hands on her growling stomach since she couldn't hold back in her thunderous toots and allowed her rumbling rump to roar out. "We keep up and I'll have to change these pants like I did the many pairs I pooted in...!"
"You're not the only 1 with a smelly set of jeans!" Pan admitted for she burped and peed herself while she was trying not to poop due to her farting becoming sloppier with every shart she released. "Oh if only we had the Dragon Balls right now to help fix this pooting problem!"
The executives were watching these ass ripping anime characters from methane making manga creating such a cacophony of stinky sounds with them all looking at each other for they were quick to call up Cartoon Network since they knew what to do.
It was going to be a
BRAP
long night.