"Still feeling gassy?" Charlie teased, having finished up a game of golf and laughing upon hearing the gas blasters that Plum farted out earlier.
"What do you think?" Plum snapped for her farts didn't stop, making her drop her golf club while she blushed in embarrassment. "It's been like this ever since I had those mushroom delicacies!"
Charlie patted her on the back since he wasn't fazed by the golfer girl's stinky melody. "Well you know the 1 thing about fungi... never trust the spores it contains!"
"That doesn't help at all..." Plum mumbled with her face cheeks puffing up as her rear belched out more methane.
"Well who's fault is that?" Charlie chortled as he clapped. "You like to focus on golf, but when you go off on anything different, your body doesn't react well!"
Plum was about to slap when her stomach grumbled loudly, causing her to collapse on the ground as her fart blasts became more sloppy with each instance of broken wind. "Oh... I'm gonna need a new dress after this..."
"You don't have to tell me twice!"
"Oh shut up!" Plum barked as her butt belched more rancid farts. "Why are you still here to taunt me?"
"Because it's funny seeing you in any situation that's not you golfing, especially this kind of thing!"
Watching Plum fart up a stinky storm from a distance were her fellow golfers.
Sonny: "Is this what she meant when there were gas problems plaguing her?"
Harry: "I could have sworn it was in reference to the pipes that were leaking fumes."
Maple murmured as she had her arms folded together, wondering if she should do anything to help her farting female friend that happened to be a gassy girl golfer.