Captain Toad farted an endless amount of poots that he managed to store inside himself after the long treasure track he did to reach a nice camp site where he looked at himself in the mirror that he collected alongside the gems that he would spend on nice objects later on; he clearly was enjoying the turnip scented fungi fumes emerging from his shroom chute because it certainly was leaving quite the stench that could make enemies run away in fear of their nose melting from coming into contact; he decided to go into his more humanoid look where he got a greater appreciation for how much of a pungent pooter he was since his plump dump truck was even gassier like this and he treasured his tubular tuba toots since it was so clear that he was turned on by the way his bassy braps sounded directly back to him. "Peeyew~ Hoo boy are these smelly stinkers really ripe! But I love it so much; they help keep me warm and allow this fire to stay strong!"