Dry Bowser Tolerates Toadette Farting

Dry Bowser was looking through various old photos involving him playing different sports, with Toadette farting into the apartment, both of them being in the bustling New Donk City as it was windy outside in a quite gusty night, Toadette stinking it up in her smelly treasure tracker outfit, with the hallway devoid of anyone due to them being scared off by the very gassy mushroom girl.

"I see that nature didn't want you stinking up downtown, huh kid?" Dry Bowser joked as he went through the photos, simply not affected by the flatulent outbursts Toadette would let out on a regular basis, despite the fact that they caused the appliances surrounding him to fall from the sheer volume of Toadette's fart gas.

"Kind of, DB. The wind was carrying me all over the place, so I decided to come home," Toadette explained above her farts, which sounded different from each other in volume and variety, but having the same rotten smell, which didn't bother Dry Bowser either as he could easily block out the stench due to not having organs.

Dry Bowser: (while going though some more photos) Ha. The wind was a bigger problem than you breaking it. You learn something funny every day.

"I wouldn't call it funny... I lost some of my research papers for a new invention I was gonna make!" Toadette pouted while she pooted, sitting on the couch next to Dry Bowser as she faced Dry Bowser. "Do you ever find yourself in situations where you suck it up no matter how bad it may stink?"

Dry Bowser took the moment to think, managing to cancel out hearing Toadette's toots that vibrated the couch in their muffled gas power, with the skeletal reptile having a smirk on his face as he nodded his head.

"In this case, quite literally yes." Dry Bowser responded as he wrapped his arm around Toadette, managing to comfort her while being able to handle her nonstop flatulence, with the technical wonders of being undead allowing him to ignore it if he needed be.