- >live out in the woods>
- despite fluffies being a pest. you hardly ever see a herd
- >but when you do. you raise hell
- >today is a special day
- >a herd of at least 30 fluffies has come across your house
- >the smartieass friend decided to try and drive you out of the house
- >he bucks on your wall trying to get you out
- >this isn't okay
- >you call your friends over to have some fun killing these fluffies
- >while waiting for them to arrive. you go after the smarty
- >dum musnta go way o giv big owchies
- i was here first
- >it starts to puff up it's cheeks
- >you grab it by it's head
- >the herd doesn't seem to notice
- >you take him into your house
- so how do you want to die?
- >pwease no huwt fwuffy. fwuffy sowwy.
- so a slow death of limbs being torn off then they will be crammed into your throat an ass?
- >fwuffy sowwy! fwuffy sowwy! fwuffy sowwy fwuffy bad!
- that's why i'm gonna kill you
- >after doing what you've said you were going to do to him. your friends finally show up.
- hey you made it
- >three of your friends. one of them has some sort of grenade in his hands
- what's that?
- >"it's a gas i made just for this occasion."
- >fair enough
- >all you have to do is trick them into going into your basement
- >that should be easy
- >you walk over to the herd
- >new fwen?
- yes i am. who wants spaghetti?
- >they start to flip shit and even shit on each other
- then follow me to my cave made of nothing but spaghetti
- >they buy the whole thing and follow you into your basement
- >your friends shut the door behind them.
- >whews sgetties
- >"here's your fucking sgetties."
- >your friend throws the grenade into the basement
- >the hiss of it makes the fluffies jump
- >one walks into the cloud of gas
- >it starts screaming
- >it crawls out covered in blisters, skin falling off, coughing up blood
- >either the fluffies cover their eyes, run to help it, or shit
- >pregnant mares give birth
- >in a few hours all the fluffies are falling apart
- >all the gas does is make you itch a little
- >one fluffy drags it's body over to you
- >hu...hugsies?
- >you kick it back into the mess
- >they eventually all die
- >you didn't think that far as to cleaning them up
- >fuck