"Here's your (BRRRPPHHPHHRPHHRT!) 'trophy' for losing~ (PHHHHNRT!) filthy outsider." Carmine farted while she talked to the female Pokemon Trainer who challenged her in a match, sitting on her after losing the Pokemon battle for she was farting endlessly right on her face with her feeling how deep and bassy the tuba poots blaring right out of Carmine's dump truck felt since they had a strong stink to it that could easily knock out any Pokemon that came to getting a whiff of the stink. "You better hope I don't shit my pants~"
"Sis that's the fifth time you farted on someone." Kieran pointed out a bit nervously with him being distant since he didn't want to be the stinky victim of his older sister like he usually would, meekly farting himself for he was quite nervous. "Can't you just-"
"Shush! Let my brapper do the talking for once!" Carmine snapped with her fanning the gross air biscuits emitting from her fart factory that was causing her to smear her stained pair of puffed up pants that were going right up through her shirt. "They might have almost won the Pokemon battle but they didn't win the waft war!"
Kieran shook his head and noticed Ogrepon watching from a distance with him deciding to take the chance to leave. "Err... okay. I'll, uh, see you later!"
"Wait where are you-" Carmine snapped with her getting up, sneezing from picking up the scents of her rotten fart clouds that were more pungent than she remembered them being. "Oh gross! There goes yet another good pair of pants...!"
Alas this was just going to be 1 of many gassy misadventures for Carmine who would in time learn to appreciate her deep pitched brapping-
"Oh shut up!" Carmine snapped with her needing the bathroom and pooping her pants. "This stinks, literally!"