You work as a servant in the court of Mars, being ordered around by the red planet who fancied him a dictator of sorts being a planet associated with war. You know that is mostly a front though and secretly Mars is just a power tripping brat so you take it upon yourself to make sure your lord's temper doesn't interfere with the courts of other planets.

This day however Mar's fuse was shorter than normal, and much gassier too, his loud forceful gas stinking up the halls every few seconds it was making it hot too. You poke your head into the throne room too see Mars sulking on his throne hand on his churning belly, face twisted in discomfort.