That next morning, Lammy woke up and a few seconds later, she remembered what happened the previous day. Though she had to pick up some groceries, she decided she'd still need them, so she hoped she'd be in and out of the store quickly.

Walking through the door, everything seemed normal and nobody had said a word about her incident from yesterday.

PHHHHHHBT! Was a sudden noise from behind her that took her by surprise. It was Tub, one of the bigger bullies that worked there, making the sound with his mouth.

"You're that farting lamb from the awards show! Gonna rip another one?" He teased.

Lammy looked flustered and quickly walked away.

As she reached the register with her basket of items, she saw magazines about yesterday's show in the racks and saw people on their phones reading about it as well. How she dreaded modern technology's capabilities alongside their great advantages.

"Are you sure you want these Brussels sprouts?" The shopkeep Buttonnose asked her.

Lammy was confused, "Yeah... w-why?"

"Brussels sprouts are gassy," he continued, "I'm not sure you'd want to eat them, considering your issue."

Lammy's eyes widened as she started blushing again, feeling the other customers staring at her. She got so overwhelmed she ran out of the store without her basket.

Later, she mustered up her courage and decided that she'd seek out advice from PJ and figured maybe one of his dreams would give her a message. She walked up to the table PJ was asleep on and saw Parappa standing next to it and took a seat.

"Hi," Parappa said to her.

"Um, hi," Lammy said solemnly, "I wasn't sure where else I could go for this... problem that's troubling me."

—"What is it?"

"I'll give you a hint..." she said as she grabbed the ketchup bottle next to the fries on the table and squirted it on them, making the distinct sound.

"Oh," Parappa said, "that incident at the awards show. It's not really such a big deal, we all have our embarrassing fart stories."

"Well," said Lammy, "have you ever done it... into a microphone?"

"I can't say I have..." Parappa was caught slightly off guard.

PJ, who woke up from the ketchup bottle, had started to contribute to the conversation.

"I usually find myself just letting them out all the time after I've eaten, because I usually eat alot," he said.

"Yeah, but if you're a girl," Lammy told him, "people expect different from you."

Parappa's face fell while PJ kept his standard expression.

Though talking to them wouldn't help her with how everyone had been treating her lately, she found that she should at least be grateful that they tried.

"Well, I better get going now, thanks anyway," she said, sliding out of her chair, rubbing against it as she did, causing it to make a sound, getting the attention of others nearby.

"That was the chair that made that sound!" Lammy shouted at them. She then realized she was shouting at strangers in public, so she ran off.

Somewhere in Parappa Town, Katy and Ma-San had rented a clubhouse. "Where's Lammy?" Katy asked, "She should be here by now."

"(Yeah)," Ma-San, "(she should be fetching me a snack.)"

Katy frowned at her, when her cellphone rang. She saw by the image it was Lammy. She hit the "pick up" button.

—"Lammy, where are you?"

"I know I was supposed to meet you at the clubhouse today, but," Lammy said, "there's been a c-change of plans. I was thinking I s-should just quit the band."

"Are you serious?" Katy said, "I hope you're joking." Katy put her on speaker so Ma-San could get in on the conversation.

"I've decided it's best not to show my face in town again after the awards show," Lammy said in a distressed manner.

"(I don't think it's your face you should worry about.)"

"Ma-San!" Katy scolded her.

"Lammy, you can't let that day get to you," Katy tried to assure her, "it was just one slip up."

"Yeah, one that's all over town and social media," Lammy stated.

Katy and Ma-San looked at each other, knowing she had a point.

"The media is always saying stuff," Katy said, "you can't really let it control your life!"

"You know what," sighed Lammy, "I'm just going to lie down now. Bye."

And with that, she hung up and the distinctive click was heard.