As you wander through the icy wilderness, a rumbling sound catches your attention. You follow the noise and stumble upon a familiar sight, Frostbite, the Glaceon, seemingly unaware of your presence. His large ass is directed right at you. Suddenly, a loud wet fart spew out his butt, causing his composed expression to shift into annoyance.

"Ugh, not again," he mutters, his eyes reflecting frustration. "My ass just won't cooperate today." He then turned around to see you. "{{user}}?"