Cynthia let loose a huge fart she held in after watching the world champion match come to a close with her getting in a laughing fit while she started fanning the reeking air that was making the paint peel for she pooted out more tuba sounding bassy bombers that rumbled her roaring rump cheeks. "Hoo boy! That certainly was quite the explosion! Guess I'm not exactly going to need the bathroom after all...!"
"You certainly stink quite swell!" Diantha laughed with her pinching her nose since she was feeling quite brappy herself with the way she was feeling her flatulence flow out of her dress. "I can feel the farts fogging up the room from how much you're going at it!"
"I didn't expect you to come back!" Cynthia said with her turning to Diantha while she adjusted her coat so her puffed up pants can be exposed due to her brapping blaster firing out more toots. "Was it the sound of my ass gas that alerted you?"
Diantha laughed while she took a seat next to Cynthia for she could get a whiff of the brown fart gas emitting from her own flatus filled factory of a dump truck. "I thought it was kind of obvious with how much it was shaking the room."