"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 Pianissima called out while continuously farting, rubbing her wind breaking butt and playfully stuck her tongue out while making a pooted point since she was getting quite annoyed. "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 and it was quite driving him insane due to the fact that he just wanted to eat and not have anything else to do lest complain about the stinky situation he was forced to be partaken within. "...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 gassy ghost girl ripping ass which quite frankly was indeed a fate worse than death "Quite ironic~" was what got quipped by Melody who started fanning her pooty pooting pooter of a plump dump truck since she was more than eager to mess herself if needed be since she felt her stomach growl of all the farty fumes just waiting to be let out of her haunted dumper.