Melody was enjoying the tuba tooting she was doing since she had already used her farting on the various other instruments that have melted from her ghastly gas and yet the tuba was able to withstand her rotten scented flatus that reeked so much it could cause even the dead to faint right back into the afterlife since it was clear that there wasn't any other ghosts with her in the spooky mansion's conservatory. "Ooh goodness me! These brown notes of mine certainly have that pungent punch! Guess I should go and eat more rotted things to really make everything around me wilt in such a musical way!"