Lady Palutena invited Tiny Kong over to her temple because it was just 1 of those days where the messy methane making mother had to have a fellow female farter over from a different realm to share in the wind breaking with: both of the gassy girls were having a fart off that they were very much enjoying when suddenly Pit came by to ask Palutena something, being greeted by Tiny Kong farting in his face.
"AIYIE!" Pit exclaimed because he plugged his nose, feeling his white wings melt as a result of the stinky gas blast that was such an effective gas passer it caused the angel to feel a poot emerge from his Kid Icarus shorts since he knew this pooting presence would present itself in the farty future of his. "Lady Palutena! Why did you bring an extra gassy person here!? She's not even a goddess!"
"Oh, silly young Pit." Palutena said playfully and bent over, her big butt farting out brassy deep pitched tuba toots that echoed all throughout her temple. "I need to do more socializing, and what's better than a couple of fellow farting females who don't have to worry about deity problems?"
"Yeah! That's right!" Tiny added as her fat ass burped saxophone poots to go along with Palutena's tuba toots. "My name might be Tiny, but my toots sure as hell aren't!"
"That's... what I'm afraid of..." Pit sighed, realizing that the only characterization Palutena and Tiny had was them trying to be the gassier girl.
Palutena was laughing from her farting fits since she started fanning the reeking air. "Peeyew! Looks like I'm winning today! Sorry if I'm-"
"Ha that might be the case...!" Tiny insisted upon bumping her smelly dump truck into the goddess of Light's doodoo derriere. "But I'm gonna smear all over ya stains!"