"Yep here comes another round of farts!" Captain Toad hummed upon finishing setting up camp for he turned around and started farting perpetually on the campfire which caused the flames to rise up which in turn made him heartily laugh. "Ahh there we go! It's so nice when things get turned up enough to make everything hot!"
After spending enough time at the campfire the Braptain of the Toad Brigade decided that he did enough stinking in the outdoors and proceeded to take a warp that sent him to 1 of the most famous cities of all where the scents could almost match his braps in terms of being strong: New York.
"Holy shit! Now this is podracing!" The Toad Brigade Craptain laughed above his farting while casually going through the bustling packed New York City streets of Manhattan that he easily cleared with his fungi flatulence since he could tell from the sloppy sounds emitting from his rumbling rump combined with his stomach growling with him fanning the air in an embarrassed yet pleasurable manner since he was in a more humanoid form and everyone could see the huge brown stain on his smeared jeans with a wide variety of expressions all on their faces from watching him make a massive methane mess in his sharted jeans. "Ooh I might have just (PRRRT!) shat my pants for real lmao...! Whoowie would you just smell how (PRRRRRTT!) much it stinks~!"