Lady Palutena and Pit were both lying down on the floor of the temple, looking up at the ceiling as both of them were thinking, with both of them having their arms wrapped around their heads respectively since it was a long slow day at the Skyworld.
"You know, I just thought of something." Palutena stated the obvious as she pointed at the ceiling with her right hand.
Pit groaned and he closed his eyes. "Oh Lady Palutena, please let it be something normal, like floor ice cream..."
"...What if we talked with our bodily functions?" Palutena suggested upon which she released a high pitched squeaky fart.
Pit took in a deep breath and sighed as he shook his head. "Of course. Why would it be normal?"
The scene then changed to Palutena's thought bubble, with Palutena and Pit looking completely normal, only difference... they didn't speak with their mouths.
"So how was your day today, Lady Palutena?" Pit's stomach growled, with it being just like a regular growling stomach as the white winged angel boy had his hands on his stomach, looking at Palutena.
Palutena smiled, holding her hands together for she leaned to the right. "Oh, it's been fine. Not many freaks trying to come up here," She farted, her farts being brassy, deep pitched, and tuba like.
"Well that's good to know. I'm gonna go see if we can get some fast food to have." Pit's stomach growled while Kid Icarus rolled his right hand around. "I don't feel like doing some cooking today."
"And I don't feel like doing any cooking at all." Palutena's butt farted out since it let out squeaky farts as a way to laugh, going back to a tuba toot as a way of sighing.
"...That's a nice thought." Palutena congratulated herself as she chuckled, releasing a trombone like fart.
Pit buried his hands in his face because he was so confused, disgusted, and genuinely mind fucked by Palutena's thought bubble, having read it due to Palutena linking Pit's minds with her own.
"Why is my goddess always so perverted...?" Pit questioned to himself for he never felt so embarrassed.