>go to buy 10 new fluffy ponies from the pet store
>clerk gives you weird looks, asks you why you need so many
>"I. . . am conducting a study on how they react in various situations
>actually, that's not a total lie
>you can tell the clerk doesn't give a shit anyway
>he takes your money and hands you 2 squealing and shaking boxes
>these have the fluffies in them, dumbass
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>when you get home, you rip open the first with a box cutter
>you hear a loud "Owchies!"
>evidently, you cut one of them while opening the box
>looking inside the box, you see that an orange Pegasus fluffy is bleeding all over the others from its side
>the other fluffies in the box are just saying something about "Why new fwiend making boo-boo juice?"
>actually, this could work
>you dump the contents of the boxes on the floor, taking care not to cut anyone else in the second box
>they move around a bit, mumbling and bumping in to each other
>the bloody one starts running around crying
>he falls over
>the others gather around him, now they're mumbling & crying too
>its time to do this
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>you take the box cutter and slash the bleeding fluffy's wing
>he screams
>the others scream
>actually, nobody gets any ice cream, but the bloody pony starts running around the room
>he's getting blood all over your rug
>finally, he slams into a wall
>he seems to be bleeding out, when suddenly, before you can get to him, the other fluffies do
>oddly enough, they start licking him!
>forget his wound, you get your thick notebook and start writing down the situation
>the lickers are saying "make fwiend happy!"
>they're not really helping him, if anything he's bleeding more
>they really are stupid
>finally, the pegasus goes unconscious
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>"why fwiend take nappy!?"
>you take the dying fluff ball, slip a noose around his neck, and hang him up on a hook on your wall
>he wakes up, and starts gasping for air
>when you hung him up, the others finally noticed you
>"halp! big munster put new fwiend on the wall!"
>the now red fluffy on your wall gives one last rasping breath and then goes limp
>the others start sobbing
>they're really bawling
>luckily you prepared for this
>you run and grab a bag of fluffy food
> surprisingly, they still seem to care more about their dead "fwiend" than the food
>Everyone always told you they had bad short term memories
>when you toss the fluffy food at them, they finally look away from the corpse
>finally a blue regular one tries one of the marshmallow-like food things
>"Is yummy!"
>the others try some
>"Good nummies! Good Nummies!"
>they cluster around your legs, saying "New Fwiend! New Fwiend!"
>come to think of it, they do have shitty short term memories after all
>you pack them up in their boxes for the night, trying to get some of the blood off of them
>you spend half of your night cleaning blood and food off your rug