Micaiah was farting about in a new pair of pants she was gifted and from the sound of her smearing sharts it was already clear that she stained them due to the fact that she was desperately fanning the reeking air of rotted fruits and meat since she could feel her stomach growling which in turn meant more braps to blast out which of course would embarrass anyone at any place. "Ooh these really do stink... I guess I take my mantle of being connected to wind a bit too much; I didn't think I could be this capable of breaking it so much!"
