"Here's your (BRRRPPHHPHHRPHHRT!) 'trophy' for losing~ (PHHHHNRT!) filthy outsider." Carmine farted while she talked to the female Pokemon Trainer who challenged hed her in a match, sitting on her after losing the Pokemon battle.
"Sis that's the fifth time you farted on someone." Kieran pointed out a bit nervously with him being distant since he didn't want to be the stinky victim of his older sister like he usually would. "Can't you just-"
"Shush! Let my brapper do the talking for once!" Carmine snapped with her fanning the gross air biscuits emitting from her fart factory. "They might have almost won the Pokemon battle but they didn't win the waft war!"
Kieran shook his head and noticed Ogrepon watching from a distance with him deciding to take the chance to leave. "Err... okay. I'll, uh, see you later!"
"Wait where are you-" Carmine snapped with her getting up, sneezing from picking up the scents of her rotten poots. "Oh gross! There goes yet another good pair of pants...!"
Alas this was just going to be 1 of many gassy misadventures for Carmine who would in time learn to appreciate her brapping-
"Oh shut up!" Carmine snapped with her needing the bathroom and pooping her pants. "This stinks, literally!"