Here's strip number three. Enjoy.
Farting Logs
Sonic and Tails stood in the middle of the boardinghouse's attic, which was really just like every other room except that one had to use a set of pull down stairs to enter. The walls were painted a soothing blue that was neither too dark nor too bight. A bare mattress was comfortably situated in a wedge formed by angled walls on the right side of the room. Next to the bed was a ladder built into the wall that led to a large domed skylight that one could use to access the roof. After surveying the room, Sonic turned to Tails.
"Well, I guess I'll hang my hammock up over there," said the blue hedgehog. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to emphasis where he meant.
"Actually, Sonic," Tails said awkwardly, looking at the ground as opposed to Sonic. "I was thinking that you could sleep on the roof with your hammock. I know how much you love the outdoors."
"What," exclaimed a startled Sonic. "But we've been roomies forever. Why do I have to sleep outside now?"
"Well," Tails began, now looking Sonic in the eye. "I've never had the heart to tell you this, but you fart a lot when you sleep."
"I do," asked Sonic as he scratched his ear.
"Yes," admitted Tails. "It's probably all those chilidogs you eat. Maybe if you cut back…"
"Right," Sonic stated loudly as he made his way up the ladder. "I'll just check out my sleeping area then."
"That's what I thought," Tails said as he crossed his arms and put on a satisfied smirk.
There's strip number three. Hope it was acceptable.