"So, real talk?" Sonic asked Amy as he moved his arms about. "How about we legitimately get a move on? I'm tired of just standing around doing nothing!"

Amy pouted as she shook her arms. "Well I'm tired of not being able to take off these blasted jeans!" She tried taking the jeans off, but she only farted as a result, making the jeans even tighter. "Great! And every time I try, they only get harder to take off!"

Sonic rubbed his chin as he tilted his head to the right. "Ames, where did you get these jeans again...?"

Amy sighed as she wrapped her arms around the back of her head, letting out a wet toot. "I found them in the closet of a hotel room I rented. Why?"

Sonic's eyes widened a bit. "What... hotel were you in?" He asked, his voice shaky.

"The Oily Desert Hotel, why?" Amy remarked quickly as she blinked.

Sonic sighed as he placed his left hand on his face, shaking his head. "Ugh... Amy, that place is haunted. Why didn't you know better?"

Amy shrugged as she farted loudly in response. "Well excuse me for just wanting a nice hotel to rent out." She smelled the air as she gagged, covering her nose with both her hands. "And speaking of excusing myself, I really do stink... goodness gracious!"