Title:           Poopbox Experiment
Author:          fluffyscribe
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/HvAcQASy
First Edit:      Sunday 8th of July 2012 12:31:32 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 8th of July 2012 12:31:32 AM CDT

>Time for fluffy research.
>Take four fluffy ponies.
>Taze them all, quickly seal them in box while dazed.
>The box is smooth steel, empty, and just big enough for four fluffies to fit comfortably in.
>Only feature is pipeline vent on top for food, and lighting built into the ceiling.
>Fluffies regain consciousness.
>"Whew fwuffy?" "New fwends?"
>They spend an hour playing hug games.
>Suddenly a huge pile of spaghetti funnels through the vent on the ceiling.
>Fluffies cheer hysterically.
>"Sketties!" "Sgettie! Yay!"
>The four fluffy ponies gobble up every last bit of spaghetti and lick up every drop of marinera.
>They're so happy.
>Only ten minutes later, they've all pooped.
>FOUR DAYS LATER.
>Spaghetti has been pumping in every hour on the hour.
>The fluffies thought they were in paradise.
>But their poop has been piling up with nowhere to go.
>Every inch of the floor is covered in poop.
>Cries and sobs of "No smew pwetty" ended a while ago. They're not used to it, but lost the will to complain.
>Spaghetti keeps coming every hour, but lands in poop.
>Fluffies whine and complain about it, but keep eating it anyway.
>ANOTHER FOUR DAYS LATER.
>Fluffy ponies are now all leg deep in feces.
>They cry nonstop.
>Can't sleep without face falling into poop, so they stay awake.
>"No mowe poopies!" they sob as they give in to their biological functions. "Pwese! No mowe poopies! Pwese, bottom! No wike poopies!"
>They try to hold it in.
>Spaghetti falls into the box.
>Lands into the poop and sinks immediately.
>Fluffies cry harder.
>One of them grunts and starts to poop.
>Other fluffies, in their hysteria, get angry.
>"No! Bad fwuffy! No mowe poopies!"
>Poor fluffy apologizes. "Sowwy... haf'ta go! Fwuffy sowwe!"
>They vent their rage by biting his ears and kicking him.
>Their fluffy is almost completely drenched in fecal matter.
>They sob and beg for help all day, trying to bang their way out of the box.
>ONE LAST DAY LATER
>Amazed none of them have drowned.
>They cry out of hunger.
>Spaghetti still falls in, only to vanish in the sea of poop.
>They try standing under the chute for a while, to catch it, but they quickly forget and wander away from it.
>They cry and cry.
>No food means no poop. The rising level has stopped.
>Time for the end. You hook up a pump from your last experiment.
>Gallons of fluffy pony poop begin coming down the chute instead.
>Fluffy ponies panic as box quickly fills up.
>"Noo!! Hewp!" "No! Too many poopies!" "Fwuffy sowwe! Fwuffy sowwe! Pwese hewp!"
>"No wike dis game! Hewp!" "No smew pwetty! Hewp! Hewp!"
>Two of them sink like lead and drown in shit.
>The other two keep floating until the rising poop presses them into the roof of the box.
>Seal up chute, and ship box to the farm. Plenty of good fertilizer, and you've learned plenty.
>Well... you've learned fluffy ponies don't like drowning in poop.
>Science is awesome.