"Well that certainly is a brown note if I say so myself!" Melody laughed upon fanning her bassy poots.

Tiny Kong couldn't help but add in with her trombone toots. "They're really loud and deep! How did you manage to keep this composure?"

"When you're dead you can conjure up quite the methane music to your heart's desire!"

"More like fart's desire in this case!"

Both of the gassy girls laughed while they kept breaking wind to such a stinky tone that filled the jungle with their flatus.