"You do know that there's a way for you not to-" Silver tried saying to the gassy gaming golfer girl only to be pelted in the face with the very pizza pie he was holding due to her farts. "...Never mind."

"I'm so sorry dude!" Plum apologized since she was feeling very embarrassed. "I just can't control my farts!"

"Well could you at least direct them away from me so that I don't have to feel them?" Silver pointed out upon using his psychic power to fan the reeking air. "I think I might have easily lost whatever it was that I was finding from your wind breaking..."

"I normally don't get like this when I'm practicing with just myself!" Plum tried to explain upon desperately fanning the olive scented fumes emerging from her stained shorts. "I really gotta learn to not smear myself when I get excited...!"