Lady Palutena farting was something that everyone has been accustomed to by this point, as Palutena embraced her deep pitched, tuba like bassy big butt burping ass gas emissions. Pit was not quite in the mood for he approached Palutena, moving his hands about since he was right to raise a moment of concern for he accidentally dealt a wind breaker himself that he promptly used his angel wings to fan away.
"Are you really sure that you're all right with farting now?" Pit brought up upon sittting down next to Palutena, looking down at the sky from Palutena's temple. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy that you're no longer ashamed, but don't you think you're going a bit... overboard?"
Letting out a long bubbly fart that became wetter in pitch with every moment that it lingered, Palutena smiled and wrapped her left arm around Pit. "Mah boi, I learned that the best way to appreciate life is to just go with the flow. Or in this case, the fart." She then belted a quick bassy poot as her eyes lit up. "Oh goodness me, I wonder if I accidentally pooped myself with that one!"
"Ewww!" Pit remarked in disgust as he shuddered, holding his arms together as he buried his head in his knees. "Farting is one thing, Lady Palutena, but that... gross, mushy, brown stuff..." He then barfed in response, groaning as he lowered his arms. "I don't think I'll have anything to eat tonight..."
Shrugging in response, Palutena continued farting about, with Pit being rightfully disgusted for one at the thought of Palutena doing number two because it was already three times that he fought of the prospect of her going for over five stages of the six senses leading into the seven degrees of letting loose like the eight phases of the nine turns that led to the ten prospects of ripping ass on zero grounds.