Melody's tuba farts were echoing around the place and she was leaving quite the methane mess on her dress by virtue of noticing the smear on it since her staining sharts were causing the paint on the walls to begin peeling with it not being able to handle her bassy brown notes; she simply laughed it off like 1 would always expect the giggling gassy ghost girl would since it gave her such a pleasurable vibe for her to be showing off just how powerful she was with her pooter providing the brap blasting backup to her pooting prowess. "Hehaho... guess my rotten rump rumbles are too much for my music room to handle. How unfortunate...! I do pity does who don't have a nose to sniff up my stink~!"