"This girl sure is bad at this sport." Eggman Nega calmly asserted upon swinging his club and sending the golf ball soaring across the air while he and the others noted the gassy gaming golfer girl Plum tooting herself to an embarrassing degree.

"Frankly I think she had a bit too much of those chili dogs." Uncle Chuck pointed out since the elderly hedgehog was looking around for the ball he swung across the vast grassy space of Seaside Hill.

Agent Stone was sipping the mean bean coffee he brewed up while serving his fellow characters the drink to get their spirits up. "It could be a bit more simple than it appears to be."

Plum screamed for her farting was messing up her golfing concentration to the point where she dropped her golf club and pointed at the group. "None of you are helping at all!"