{Germaine stands in a green room that tilts for effect.}
Germaine: There is a carbonated beverage that reaches deep down into your soul and brings out the demon within. {The view fades to black, then fades back in.} This beverage is known as... {The view fades again.}{echoing} ...Gas-E-Pop.
{The view fades again. Germaine holds a bottle of Gas-E-Pop and opens it; a fizzing noise is heard. The view fades again.}
{Germaine is shown gulping down the Gas-E-Pop. Foamy enters.}
Foamy: So this is what you do when I'm not in any of your cartoons, huh? Heh, very good. See? I'm not here for a few frames and you turn into a raving alcoholic. At least we all know if you fail at the cartoons, you have invaluable talent as a valuable asset in your post-cartoon career.
{The view fades to black. Germaine sighs, then burps. A record-scratch is heard as the view cuts back from black.}
{Germaine burps. There is a pause, then she burps again.}
Foamy: Okay, dude, this is like getting out of hand. Stop it.
{The view fades again. Germaine burps.}
Foamy: Ah, dude.
{The view fades again. Germaine burps.}
Germaine:' Wait, wait. There's a long one coming up. {burps}
Foamy:{impressed} Whoa. From the belly of the beast.
The view fades again. Germaine burps.}
Germaine: Hot dog? Ugh. When's the last time I had a fucking hot dog? Huh. Vintage.
Foamy: Ah. That one was fucking disgusting. {Germaine burps.}{sarcastically} Heh, aren't we sophisticated? Whoo! Round of applause for the burping lady. {Germaine extends her middle finger at Foamy.}
{The view fades to black.}
{The Ending screen appears.}
Germaine:{burps} Admit it, {burps} I am the woman of your dreams.
