Melody was farting a huge bassy array of brassy poots in a tuba she happened to find within her smelly music room and she was being turned on by the toots blasted right out of the stinky instrument since it was turning her on to look at herself in the mirror while she was making methane musicals with her brap blasters. "Ooh I haven't felt this good in years! I'm so thankful for this thunderous tuba being able to handle my powerful pungent pooting: it's so deeper pitched than I remembered! These brown notes are definitely going to be around here for a long while like me and this stench!"