Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: Didn't expect to see this back, eh? To be honest, me neither.
Amy Rose was still in Seaside Hill, although she was higher up, on top of the orange checkerboard mountains that populated the popular tropical area. Amy was crying her eyes out, her eyes closed as the tears fell down swiftly, letting out loud burps in between her bawling. Silver walked up to the mountain, trying to get Amy to calm herself down.
"Look, I didn't mean to sound so rude back there," Silver commented as he sat down next to Amy, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "It's just that, well, you're very gassy for such a young, independent girl."
Amy was crying less and she sniffled, opening her eyes half of the way as she was still depressed. "Well, it's not like-" She burped loudly, blowing Silver's silver quills back, "I genuinely enjoy this all the time! It really depends on the time and the place?"
Silver placed his hands on his hips. "Are you referring to the fanfics that have you gassy, in particular?" He curiously asked.
Amy was about to answer, but she burped loudly instead. She started crying loudly again as she dropped her arms from her face, with Silver shaking his head in disbelief.
