>Be an owner of Fluffy Paradise Shelter
>You treat your fluffies nicely, unlike other fluffy stores
>The fluffy mothers are actually willing to give up their foals, knowing that they'll get good homes
>Foals know this too, they always happily babble to their new owners as they are bought and taken to their new homes
>Last customer just left
>He got a maroon colt, a blue unicorn filly, and a yellow pegasus filly
>Nice guy
>Chill with one of your employees until you hear some noise coming from the store front
>"You hear that Jim?"
>"Yeah boss, lets go check it out."
>You walk into some fluffies breaking open the cages with small rocks and babbling to your fluffies
>"Come wif hewd fwuffies! Go on adventews! Get nummies! Hugsies! Pway wif udda fwuffies!" you hear
>Your fluffies reject, they get plenty of that here
>"No wan' come wif hewd!"
>"Nu! You come wif hewd nao!!" One of them shouts, puffing out his cheeks. Looks like he's the smarty friend
>Your fluffies cower in fear, shitting themselves saying, "Nuuu! Fwuffy make bad poopsies!" and "Mama! Babeh scawed!"
>Enough of this...
>"HEY!!" You shout loudly, Luna would be proud
>"Waaah!" Some of the ferals scream, while your fluffies scream in joy, "Boss hewe! Fwuffies awe saved!!"
>"Dummy hoomin! Go 'way! Dese hewd's fwuffies nao!" The smarty friend declares, puffing his cheeks out more and stomping his marshmellow hooves
>God smarty friends are stupid...
>You grab the smarty friend by his fluff
>"You threaten my fluffies, who get cared for and get good homes, and try to take them out into the wild, where they'll get killed in the first couple days by you!"
>"Nuuu! Smawty fwiend wead fwuffies to happy pwaces! Fwuffies nu need hoomins!" The smarty friend disagrees while flailing around
>"If you were a smarty friend, you wouldn't let you and your herd come here!" You argue back
>Wait..."argue back"
>You seriously can't be arguing with a fluffy
>"Hey boss can we finish this up? It's family movie night and I can't be late."
>"Sure Jim, sorry bout that."
>You slam the smarty friend to the ground. You punch him in his little fluffy face
>"SMAWTY SOWWY! *punch* HEWD WIWW WEAVE! *punch* NO GIF DUMMY HOOMINS TWUBBWE!"
>He had his chance, now he dies
>The ferals watch in horror, while your fluffies squeal happily
>"Boss-man gif dummy fwuffy big ouchies!" A foal giggles
>By now the smarty friend is dazed, barely concious
>You start tearing off his fluff, the smarty too exhausted to scream
>Then you pull off his tail, then his fluffyhood, shove all of it down his mouth
>The smarty twitches as you drop him, then goes limp and dies
>You stare daggers into the eyes of the feral fluffies, they run back to their herd
>"Damn, look at the mess they made..." Jim says
>"You go Jim, I'll clean this up. Say hi to the wife for me."
>"Thanks boss!"
>"Bai Jim!" Your fluffies say
>Put your fluffies in the play pens
>Clean up time