Amy Rose and Sonic left the Emerald Hill Zone, heading towards the western direction to the next zone, which turned out to be the Casino Night Zone as Amy's flatulence causing the tropical beach to stink pretty bad. Amy's jeans were puffing up with every poot, each of them sounding like a tuba, much to Amy's embarrassment.
"Gosh, I just wonder sometimes," Amy muttered as she folded her arms, tilting her head to the right, "If we could live forever. Is that possible?"
Sonic shrugged as he then wrapped his arms around the back of his head. "Well, one thing is for certain. If you keep wearing those jeans, you'll be farting for all eternity!"
Amy pouted as she dropped her arms, pooting again. "Well, not everything can be squeaky clean and perfect." She waved her right hand frantically. "Although I wish my farts didn't smell so bad."
Sonic chuckled as he puled out a ripe chili dog from his butt, munching on it. "Well, eat less veggies, and they won't stink so much!"