- >your fluffy pony is a gelatinous fucking blob
- >it's no longer cute; you decide to get rid of it
- >One day after work you construct a pulley system
- >You tell your fluffy to meet you at the front door
- >"Wut goin' on, daddy? Pway new game?"
- >You roll him on his side into the front yard, the entire time explaining the situation
- >It's mostly for your benefit; there's no fucking way he has any clue what's going to happen or why
- >Fluffies can only love unconditiona-blah blah blah
- >Whoever made that rule hasn't seen this talking waterbed
- >"Well fluffy, you're kind of gross, and I don't like looking at you anymore, so I'm going to drop you off the roof, and hopefully you pop like a balloon."
- >He perks up: "Fwuffy wuv bawwoons!"
- >You roll your eyes and you strap him in
- >You make sure to put him in the harness backward; fluffy ponies are scared of heights
- >Surprisingly, this thing is sturdier than you thought it was going to be; he makes it to the roof with little problems, giggling and cooing about how fun this new game was
- >He gets up to the roof and you soon follow, climbing a latter up after him
- >You sit on the edge of the roof, your pet fluffy wondering "wew did evwybody go?"
- >You spin him around; he notices how high up he is and starts bawling
- >"NUUUU! FWUFFY DUN WIKE HIGH UP! PWEASE WAN' DOWN!"
- >You watch him shit and piss himself in fear; luckily you wore gloves
- >Eventually you run out of time to listen to him whine and roll his tubby, fluffy ass over the edge
- >He screams loud enough to piss off some dogs as he falls
- >He lands, but not with the splat you were hoping for, more of a crunch
- >A pool of blood stars forming around the fluffy
- >"OWWWWIIEEE! FWUFFY OUCHIES!"
- >You know he isn't going to last much longer, that's why you don't bother to snuff him out
- >You eventually give a couple of those dogs the corpse to apologize