Dr. Eggman was leading Amy and Sonic deep into his secret base in Seaside Hill, with Amy and Sonic reluctantly following him. Amy had her arms fold, understandably not trusting Eggman.
"I don't know, Sonic... I'm fine with just being a weapon of gas destruction." Amy admited as she let out a wet toot.
Sonic briefly paused, his hands on his hips as he was shocked by Amy's response. "Amy, what is wrong with you?"
Amy shook her arms as she kept pouting while pooting, "I just don't trust Eggman! He's evil!"
Sonic slapped his left hand on his forehead. "Of course he is! But he's the only one able to do anything about your gassiness!"
Amy then placed both of her hands on her big butt, her fart going from a tuba like sound to a mixture of raunchy and wet. "I blame these stupid sexy tight jeans. Always making anyone fart in them..."
Eggman turned around, his left hand on his hip as he impatiently tapped his right foot. "Are you two done being lovey dovey with each other?"
Amy and Sonic both nodded, with Amy adding a wet fart in response. "Yeah, why?"
Eggman turned around, pointing to the surprisingly huge interior of the base, mechanical parts scattered everywhere. "Because... we're here."
Amy farted so much, she accidentally shat herself. Sonic noticed, distancing himself away from Amy.