- "Oh yeah, look here, Fluffy Ponies, whole herd of'em."
 - >Your client shakes her head
 - >"How did they get in there?"
 - "Who knows, these runts pop up in all sorts of places."
 - >A concerned look appears on her face
 - >"Can you get rid of them?"
 - "Mam, I've never seen anything like this before."
 - "Fluffs are in your walls, old houses like this can have gaps between them."
 - "I could seal off the house and gas them but..."
 - >You pull a pregnant, shit covered dam out of the hole
 - "That would leave you with a lot of these decaying in there."
 - >You place the fluffy's head under the faucet and turn it on
 - >Its struggling causes it to go into labor, newborn foals shoot out
 - >They're swept into the drain as their mother drowns
 - "Heh, five down"
 - >"What about like that? Just take them out one at a time."
 - "Well, I'd have to rip half of your walls out to get to them all."
 - >She makes a phone call while you fish more fluffies out
 - >"Ok, do it, we were planning on remodeling anyway."
 - >You tear open a section of wall exposing several fluffies
 - "Hey fellas, who wants to come with me and leave this nice lady alone?"
 - >The fluffies puff their cheeks at you, some poop in your direction
 - "Well, I asked, guess we do this the hard way"
 - >You pull a small aluminum bat out of your toolbox
 - "Might want to stand back, miss, bound to be some splatter"
 - >With a grin and a glint in your eye, you start crushing fluffies
 - >They try to escape but the gaps become cluttered with debris
 - >Helpless, they can only watch as each one is beaten to death
 - >For them it's the worst, and final, day of their lives
 - >For you, it's Tuesday