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# BluntTongs - Plastic... Dandelion?

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1. >Yes, you've got this filly right where you want her
2. >tied up to an old torture device that for some reason you found in the basement
3. >you didn't question it
4. >Dandelion's surprisingly complacent, even rather mellow
5. "Dandelion, could you PLEASE just scream once?"
6. >"Why, Mister?"
7. "Because it fits the mood better, that's why!"
8. >you're getting rather annoyed
9. >she musters up a faint and dull "Aaaaah."
10. "Damnit, Dandelion, just... Arrgh!"
11. >you pick up a metal stake from your small workbench, and thrust it into her left hoof
12. >it pierces her body, but not a single reaction comes from the little filly
13. >there's not even any blood
14. "What the fuck?"
15. >"What is Mister doing to Dandelion?," she says with a smug grin
16. >you get another stake, and ram it through her right hoof
17. >same deal-io with this
18. "Alright, what's going on here?"
20. >"Mister, you DO know we can't die, right?"
21. "That's stupid, how do you keep population in check?"
22. >"Things are transmogrified into other things, clearly."
23. >this is bullshit, and she knows it
24. "Alright, I'll prove you wrong, then!"
25. >you grab a crappy hacksaw from your bench and position it over her tender neck
26. >you go to work sawing, and soon, Dandelion's head is severed from her body and rolls onto the floor
27. >...in a comedic Tom-And-Jerry-esque way
28. >"I told you, Mister."
29. >her head speaks to you from it's place on the floor
30. "Fuck."
31. >Dandelion's body removes the giant nails from it's hooves, flies off the rack, and re-attaches it's head, 'wounds' closing up quickly
32. >"Next time, Mister, maybe I'll scream a bit. Goodbye!"
33. >and Dandelion walks off, leaving you to grumble to yourself
34. >what good is a universe where you can't get off to other's being tortured?

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>Yes, you've got this filly right where you want her >tied up to an old torture device that for some reason you found in the basement >you didn't question it >Dandelion's surprisingly complacent, even rather mellow "Dandelion, could you PLEASE just scream once?" >"Why, Mister?" "Because it fits the mood better, that's why!" >you're getting rather annoyed >she musters up a faint and dull "Aaaaah." "Damnit, Dandelion, just... Arrgh!" >you pick up a metal stake from your small workbench, and thrust it into her left hoof >it pierces her body, but not a single reaction comes from the little filly >there's not even any blood "What the fuck?" >"What is Mister doing to Dandelion?," she says with a smug grin >you get another stake, and ram it through her right hoof >same deal-io with this "Alright, what's going on here?" >"Mister, you DO know we can't die, right?" "That's stupid, how do you keep population in check?" >"Things are transmogrified into other things, clearly." >this is bullshit, and she knows it "Alright, I'll prove you wrong, then!" >you grab a crappy hacksaw from your bench and position it over her tender neck >you go to work sawing, and soon, Dandelion's head is severed from her body and rolls onto the floor >...in a comedic Tom-And-Jerry-esque way >"I told you, Mister." >her head speaks to you from it's place on the floor "Fuck." >Dandelion's body removes the giant nails from it's hooves, flies off the rack, and re-attaches it's head, 'wounds' closing up quickly >"Next time, Mister, maybe I'll scream a bit. Goodbye!" >and Dandelion walks off, leaving you to grumble to yourself >what good is a universe where you can't get off to other's being tortured?