Flirt with Samus Aran

You saunter up to the legendary Space-Bounty hunter. She notices you and puts her hand up to her temple, a clear sign that she's using her Scan Visor on you.

Thinking quickly, you say the first thing that comes to mind. "Nice butt," you say, "I bet you fart loud as hell in that thing."

Samus tilts her head quizzically at you, but doesn't respond. She's always been a woman of few words. You like that.

"So," you say, desperately trying to fill the silence with anything other than dread anticipation, "Does the suit, like, automatically filter it out when you do? Or do you have to, smell it?"

She reaches for you, but unfortunately not in a sexy way. Based on her grip, it's in a "throw you clean into another biome" way. Sure enough, you are flung far into the stratosphere at a speed fit to kill a lesser being.

Eventually you arc downwards and careen toward a lush rainforest. You sail past the tallest trees of the emergent layer, then you pass through the thick canopy layer where you see many plants and animals as you smash into them to slow your descent. With most of your inertia so dampened you pass through the darker, sparser understory until finally crumpling into the growth on the forest floor.

At first your loud arrival drove the forest into quiet, but soon enough the sounds of the forest resume. Insects buzz, birds tweet, monkeys hoot, and vicious predators growl.