Farting in the tuba after spending the time earlier letting loose in its fellow brass instruments really made Melody appreciate the brown notes emitting from her ghastly rear since she was making use of her methane music maker by virtue of having spent the majority of the time writing up new pieces of songs for her to toot along too. "Ahh these letters are matching with the message I manage to have crafted! I'm glad that my brap blaster is certainly providing that stinky cacophony I always end up craving!"