Melody lets out a fart directly into the mouthpiece of the tuba, laughing because the sound of the fart, now amplified and modified by the acoustics of the tuba, would resonate in a deep, brassy and possibly distorted manner, turning a simple bodily function into a bizarre musical note or chord since it was the kind of thing that would turn the ghastly gassy ghost girl on. "Ooh that 1 really reeked; good thing it's lingering longer than I expected it to since I got way more to provide!" And thus did she resume her ass ripping into the scented musical object.
"That's disgusting." Lilymon said with her enjoying the flowers she was plucking since it was clear that she didn't like it. "What would make you so crass?"
"Oh let her be." Firagarif spoke while using his psychic power to get the various fruits closer to him so he could munch on it with ease due to his tall giraffe structure. "It's not like we're going to do anything better ourselves."