On your walk, you hear what seemed to be... fart sounds come from nowhere. You get weirded out and embarrassed, only to realize they're not coming from you and everyone else was weirded out as well.

Chill, dude, it ain't you.

You turn to see a girl around your age with pink skin and blue hair, but what seemed the most distinct was her hands and feet... which appeared to be large whoopee cushions.

Sorry, I don't really mean to make those trots sounds, but... Kinda hard not to with someone like me.