"Do you ever think that we'll be able to find more islands than our home here?" Amy asked for she stretched her arms and yawned while feeling a trombone toot fart its way out of her hedgehog body.
Sticks was too busy facefarting on a bunch of wounded enemies they had encountered earlier while picking out the fleas that got into her in the jungle. "I don't know: maybe that's a bygone conclusion!"
"Come on be serious with me."
"I am! It's just that whenever something fun happens it disappears; haven't you noticed?"
Amy placed 1 of her gloved hands on her face for she realized that life was like the flatulence emerging out of her and Sticks.