Silver was merrily walking down the street in Station Square, whistling to himself, his eyes closed. He paused, smelling a familiar, godawful stench. He fell to his knees, screaming as he knew that Amy Rose was nearby. Indeed, Amy was farting to fly around, holding Sonic in her arms as she was going around Station Square, wondering when this farting madness will ever end.
"Do you think we'll find a cure for all this farting?" Amy asked as her poots got deeper pitched.
Sonic shrugged as he wrapped his arms around the back of his head. "I don't know. Knowing this author, this fanfic could continue on to be over one hundred chapters."
Amy sighed as she closed her eyes and lowered her head, her tuba like farts sounding wet with crackling bubbles. "That's what worries me."