Lady Palutena was farting as usual within the private quarters of her reeking temple, looking at a bunch of old dresses that she used to wear but didn't anymore due to her being... well, a flatulent fatass. Pit walked in because he had his nose clenched with his right hand, fanning the air with his left hand for you see he couldn't stand the rotten smell of Palutena's butt gas.
"Uhh... lady Palutena?" Pit remarked in a nervous tone while blinking. "Don't you think you should tone down your farting? Like, severely? Pretty please?"
"Oh Pit..." Palutena replied slyly with a smirk since she dusted off her cleavage, approaching Pit while her thick hips moved, though partly was because of her intense farting, tuba poots emitting every time she took a step because she was that much of a massive methane maker you see. "I thought I made it obvious with every wind break that occurs! Can't you tell that I just love to fart?"
"Yeah, maybe now... but you didn't always." Pit responded for he glanced at the bunch of old clothes that Palutena was formerly looking at, squinting his eyes for quite a while. "Like those clothes. You used to wear them, now you don't. What's up with that?"
"What's up with not minding your own business?" Palutena scoffed for suddenly she whacked Pit on the head with her staff, then aimed her gassy butt at Pit, blasting an enormous fart at him that blew the Kid Icarus right out of the temple, which shook in turn. "Man... do I love doing that. Feels so relieving..."
Palutena wasn't able to celebrate long due to the temple collapsing on her as a result of her said fart but don't worry she could easily recover on the grounds of her being divine and all.