It was another typical, futuristic day in New New York City, with Amy Wong and Leela being alone inside Planet Express Headquarters.

"Ready, Leela?" Amy Wong asked her, the two of them holding their butts, which were facing each other.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Leela sighed, feeling somewhat against what she and Amy were about to do.

"Three...two...one...GO!" Amy stated as she and Leela began ripping loud farts toward each other, the two of them having a farting contest to see who could out gas who.

"Dear god, how did we ever end up being so gassy?" Leela gasped as she farts puffing up her black pants.

"I'm not sure, but I'm really enjoying this!" Amy giggled as the back of her sweatpants vibrated from her constant gas blasts.

"Is this really what tubas, trombones, and trumpets from the 20th century sound like?" Leela asked as she was ripping farts of sounds in the sequence of tuba pitched, followed by trumpet, and then trombone.

"I guess so." Amy shrugged as she bent over, farting a loud, long one in Leela's face.

"Phew! You really stink, Amy!" Leela remarked, fanning Amy's butt stench away. "Good god my eye is burning!"

"Ooh sorry! Guess what I had for lunch backfired on me!" Amy giggled as a huge fart escaped her, much to Leela's dismay as Leela ripped higher pitched poots in response.

Leela fanned the air as she and Amy continued ripping farts. "Ugh! We should have done this outside. We're really stinking up this place!"

"Oh come on, that wouldn't be as much fun!" Amy giggled, her farts making her feel giddy.

While Leela and Amy both kept bending over and ripping big farts constantly, Fry walked in, seeing the two girls ripping ass. He simply stared at the two gassy farting girls, then the camera dramatically zoomed in on him as he squinted his eyes, making his infamous "not sure if" meme face, being not sure if Leela and Amy were farting, or if their butts were playing music together as an orchestra.

"What's with all the noise?" Bender remarked, walking in and seeing Leela and Amy farting together, the two having their butts pressed together as their farts got juicier and wetter. Bender did not find this kinky at all for obvious reasons, those reasons including that he was a robot.

"And what the hell are you staring at?" Bender asked Fry, who was still squinting.

"Not sure." Fry responded.

Meanwhile, Amy bent over, pushing out a long, raunchy fart in Leela's face. "How was that one, Leela?"

Leela simply blushed, finding Amy's last fart to be less disgusting and more...interesting. Meanwhile she slowly smiled as she started to feel a great deal of relief from her own farts that followed, both their pants puffing up from their gas.