Shantae sniff of the air as she blushed, fanning it with her right hand as she blushed. "Ewww... is it me, or does it stink? It just kinda smells funny now."
"You should know. You're the one who made it stink." Space Ghost replied as he took a sip of his coffee. "Hmm. I should have asked the crew if this coffee was fresh."
"Hey, at least it's not drool." Shantae added as she shuddered, shaking her head. "If there's one thing I couldn't stand... it's gross and yucky sweat..."
"...yet you love to fart." Space Ghost murmured as he rubbed his chin with curiosity. "Makes me wonder if I should get you checked in... for hypocrisy."
Shantae's right eye twitched as she clenched her fists angrily. "Hey, ghost boy, there's a big difference between farting and drooling!" She then shifted her hips side by side to let out some bassy, deep pitched farts as she sighed of relief. "For one thing, farts are relieving..."
"I think you may have a fart fetish." Space Ghost pinpointed as he had a blank look on his face. "Although I can't blame you. We all have our... secret obsessions that we might take a bit too far."
Shantae squinted her eyes at Space Ghost as she noticed him doing a weird dance out of nowhere, with her deciding to look around the studio set for anything to eat, farting all the while.