Poor Cream the Rabbit farting about was getting to her and it was clear that she wasn't going to be cured of this anytime soon.

"Finally this story is over!" Cream happily admitted while fanning the air of her rancid flatulence. "...I don't think I could hold it in anymore...!"

"It only took exactly a decade to do so too." Silver chuckled while using his psychic power to protect himself from the awful stench of rabbit toots.

Vector simply laughed as he didn't let the methane faze him for he had a bunch of keys in his gloved crocodile hands. "Ha! You might be cursed to be tooting; but I might solve this problem with keys!"

And then Vector chucked the keys right at Cream, which somehow managed to end her farting problem; all Silver could do was stare in disbelief.