"Phew... I've held these ~GRRGLRGLGLRGLE~ poots of mine in for (BLRAAP!) hours." Nemona admitted in laughter while she farted upon fanning the stinky air while her stomach growled quite loudly with her stinking up a locker she found herself intentionally trapped in with a bunch of rather unlucky trainers who had to deal with her constant flow of flatulence since she wasn't letting up from the way her smeared orange shorts were puffing up from her staining, sloppy sounding sharts. "Damn those beans... they're so (BFFRRPRPFPRPT!) good; they are certainly causing me to be making quite the stink because it's going to make you need to blink!"