- >Your pet fluffy's foals claim they can now move to regular fluffy food.
- >Put them to the test.
- >Separate mother and foals into different rooms.
- >Deprive foals of food, mumma's milk or otherwise, for the weekend.
- >By the time the weekend is over the foals are begging for food.
- >"Pwease daddy wan' nummies!""Whewe mumma?""Tummy ouchies..."
- >They're trying to get your attention standing on their hind legs, leaning on the wall of their pen.
- >Begin preparations.
- >First, pin fluffy mama to the floor with nails.
- >She resists the inevitable.
- >"Waaahhh! Dat huuuuwwtttsss! Pwease stawp! Wan' babehs!"
- >Inject morphine into her body.
- >Can still talk but body is totally numb.
- >Move the foals' room.
- >You are met with a cacophony of fluffy babble.
- >Inject each fluffy foal with a concoction of various drugs.
- >Wait a couple minutes.
- >Fluffies eventually stop complaining about getting shots, but become even more restless.
- >They are now an insatiable horde of locust fluffies, with complete disregard for anything or anyone.
- >Luckily their teeth are too weak, even on drugs, to hurt you.
- >Pick them up and transfer them to the mama's room.
- >As you set them down let them get a glimpse of their mama.
- >They struggle in your grip when they see her.
- >The mama is relieved to see her babehs, but still worried.
- >"Babeh! Pwease gif babeh daddeh! Wan' gif huggies!"
- >You unleash the foals into her pen all at once.
- >As they run towards her at full fluffy speed she is estatic.
- >"Yay! Babehs! Come to mumma!"
- >She is met with desperate cries, but not for mumma.
- >"Nummies! So hungy! Eat naow!"
- >They descent upon the mother fluff and immediately begin to feast on her.
- >She is confused at first, in fact kind of happy.
- >She thinks they're giving her hugs.
- >Her first reaction is "Why no feew huggies?"
- >Then, as their drug-induced jaws begin breaking skin, she gets more anxious.
- >"Wah? Boo boo juice? No wan'! Why babehs make boo boo juice?"
- >They begin devouring her torso, all four legs, even trying to get into her skull.
- >"Nuuu! Babehs nu huwt mumma! Gif huggies nuu huwt!"
- >Her legs are slowly disappearing before her eyes into the foals' mouths.
- >They have no gotten into her chest cavity as well, getting at the organs.
- >Won't be long now.
- >Her blood has cover the front halves of their bodies.
- >She can only sob now as her own babies consume her for sustenance.
- >"NU HU HUUU! NU WAN' DIS! WUV BABEHS!"
- >Can't even struggle because of paralysis.
- >Finally the raging foals bust into her brain and begin to feed on the grey matter.
- >Fluffy mama starts fading away from consciousness due to blood loss, organ failure, and brain damage.
- >"Nu...babehs...wuv..."
- >Fluffies are finished with their meal.
- >Keep them caged in the pen until they calm down.
- >The next day the fluffies ask you where their mumma is.
- >Put on your best Rafiki impression.
- "She lives in you."