ROB was not content with Lucina farting on the set as he was attempting to have a conversation with the flatulent sword wielding blue haired woman, but every attempt seemed fruitless as he just sighed, realizing that he went through worse on the show.
"So, Miss Lucina... I must say," ROB interjected as he tried his best to speak over Lucina's bassy farts. "What convinced you to take on a general fighting style that was already covered by several Smashers?"
"Well that's rather an odd question to... oh goodness," Lucina stumbled her words as she was frantically fanning the air and blushing in embarrassment over her loud potent flatulence. "Those really stink... anyway, I was following in the footsteps of my father, and his ancestors before him."
"So I see." ROB calmly stated as he took a glance at the audience who was mainly laughing at Lucina's gassy predicament, turning back to her. "Do you need a moment before we continue?"
"N-no... I think I can keep chatting despite my... smelly interjections from my rear." Lucina was quick to say as she began sweating nervously. "Phew... is it getting hot in here, or is it me...?"
"...Well yeah, we're at Delfino. And we're technically outside since we're just floating around the plaza," ROB pointed out as he placed his robot arms on his rainbow desk, with the platform containing the studio set moving around Isle Delfino's capital like the battle stage that was assigned to it.
"Oh, you're right. I think it's just because this suit I'm wearing is getting to me a bit..." Lucina giggled nervously as she continued fanning the air from her fart gas blasts. "Or maybe I'm just a bit too stinky for my own good."
"Perhaps you should not gorge on the meats and vegetables for a while," ROB suggested as he bobbed his robotic head up and down and all around at the speed of sound. "Course I cannot say much since luckily I am a robot."