"You've been letting loose since we went through these golfing holes." Fred Flintstone commented in a confused manner while dressed up in golf gear. "You feeling all right?"
"Oh I wish I was but sadly this is very common for me...!" Plum admitted while she was fanning the reeking air emitting out of her smeared shorts that were stained to an embarrassing degree. "I didn't think I could get this farty!"
Space Ghost murmured since he blasted the golf ball he was trying to gently push earlier with his club. "Maybe you should watch what you eat before you come on the green."
"How simple that would be." Plum murmured for she suddenly dropped her golf club while a hole opened up in her shorts due to her farts. "Nyah! This is embarrassing!"