>You're sitting on your chair watching some cartoons with your fluffy
>His name is Bert, he's a well behaved fluffy, except he has some accidents now and then
>Some time in the sorry box does the job, you don't really use the sorry stick on him for that
>Suddenly you hear your asshole of a father call out to you
>"Boy! Get me a sandwich! And extra mayo!"
>Sigh
>You go to the kitchen and start making his sandwich, Bert goes off somewhere, you trust him around the house though, he's pretty smart for a fluffy
>Your father is a pain in the ass
>You can't move out because of him
>You can't marry your girlfriend because of him
>AND your life is hell with him
>Bert keeps you happy at home though, so its not so bad sometimes
>Ever since Mom died, he's been getting worse and worse
>Not that he was ever a good father before, sometimes you wonder why Mom married that horrible man
>Well, she's in a better place
>"BOY! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SANDWICH?!"
>"Calm your tits!"
>You reach for the bottle of mayo
>Fuck! You're out!
>You can hear your father getting off his lazy ass to come downstairs
>"You son of a bitch! What the fuck is taking so long to make a SIMPLE. FUCKING. SAN-AHH FUCK!"
>You hear several thuds and a very loud crack
>You run to the living room and see him bleeding from his head, dead on the floor
>You see some shit on his foot, you see Bert next to his body and covering his head, looking up at you in fear
>"Bewt sowwy! So sowwy! No mean to kiww Daddee's daddee! No mean to make bad poopies! Pwease no huwties!"
>He's sobbing his little fluffy eyes out, he's scared as fuck
>"Don't worry Bert, you didn't make bad poopies."
>Bert looks up at you in surprise
>"Bu-but Bewt no make poopies in wittabox."
>"Daddy's daddy was very mean to me, you're a good fluffy."
>Bert nods in agreement
>"I have to hide you, Daddy needs to do something."
>"Otay Daddee."
>Hide Bert, then go out and find a fluffy, didn't take long
>You put your heart and soul into beating the fluffy then killing him
>Then throw him in the trash and wash up
>Doing all of this in 5 minutes
>Call 911, try to sound like you're in distress
>The ambulance comes, they figure out the situation
>They don't suspect you of anything, they're just glad you killed your "fluffy"
>After the funeral, you clean up the house, marry your girlfriend, with Bert as your best man
>Enjoy the rest of your life with your girlfriend and Bert, the fluffy that turned your life around 180 degrees