Cynthia farted while she was playing tennis and with a whiff of her flatulent fume alongside the sweat pouring through her body while she was running made it clear that she stunk. "Phew! It's good that I'm great at this; otherwise I wouldn't have the energy!"
"Sure about that?" Iris asked upon returning the serve, farting additionally for she was also wearing a tennis outfit that looked like what she regularly worn.
"Yes." Cynthia sighed, farting upon leaning on her tennis racket for she needed a moment to breath after hitting the green fuzzy tennis ball. "It's all in your head."
"Well if you insist." Iris yawned upon fanning away her flatulence with the tennis racket she firmly held in her hand. "Just don't overdo it."