- REQUEST: >A herd of fluffy ponies find their way into a warehouse of food, hilarity ensues
- Here we go.
- >Your name is Anon Anonton
- >You fucked up in school bad because you spent time you should have spent studying writing stupid stories on the internet about fictional...monkeys, sure, monkeys...
- >as a result you work at Tesco (OOC: for 'muricans it's wal mart) handling pricing
- >your job entails you being the last to lock up, marking down any food that only has a few days left off
- >One night you're just locking up and you hear noises
- >"fwuffy hungy!" "fwuffy need nummies fow fiwwies" "fwuffy wan' nummies"
- >ah, no problem, just some stray, silly fluffi-
- >"shuddup fwuffies! smawty fin food fow dum fwuffies!"
- >fucking hell, a smarty
- >you approach the herd of 5 or 6, with the white coat, yellow maned unicorn smarty leading
- >"Look, you fluffy ponies can't be in here, you're going to have to leave"
- >"o-okay mistah, sowwy" "fwuffies hungy tho"
- >you start to feel bad
- >"hmm, maybe I can fi-"
- >you are interrupted by stomping and the loud inhaling of air
- >"SMAWTY SAYS MUNSTER GIV SMAWTY NUM
- >before he can finish you stomp on him
- >"anyway, maybe I can cook up some pasta for you guys"
- >"yay!" "fwuffies wuv new dadd-
- >a box of broccoli at the top of a shelf falls on them and they all die
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