"Come on you dunce! What's wrong with wanting to know the end results of having way too much food combining into something so stinky?" Melody called out while continuously farting, rubbing her wind breaking butt and playfully stuck her tongue out. "Why can't a fellow music methane maker like me not have a little bit of fun? And both 'fart' and 'fun' begin with the same letter!"
"Geeze... and you thought I over ate." Mr. Luggs complained for he was still craving for food despite the horrid scented methane present in the reeking air. "...but that still doesn't excuse you morons for not feeding me!"
Alas the unlucky waiter ghosts who had to feed the gluttonous purple blob had to also deal with the ghastly girl ripping ass which quite frankly was indeed a fate worse than death.