>Be a member of fluffy control.
>Fluffies overrun cities and it's your job to clean them up.
>Well not overrun, but they're are more feral/lost/stray ones than there are dogs or cats.
>You can't move them, they will just fuck up some other town.
>Can't but them in centers, some other person will adopt them and possibly lose them or leave them in the trash.
>So you kill them with a stick with a sharp metal thing on the end.
>Just like they use for trash.
>"Nearest truck please head to 24 apple street, about 6 wild fluffies in an ally, over." you hear over your truck's radio.
>You're about a block away, might as well answer.
>"Truck three heading in, over" you say back.
>"Thank you truck three, over and out"
>Pull up outside the the entrance way to the ally.
>You can hear them happily playing and shouting about hugs.
>You hop out of your truck and grab your stick.
>You grab some drywall out of the back and make your way down the ally.
>You stop about three feet from the lot that they're playing in and set up the dry wall as a small barricade.
>A fucking two year old could get past this, but fluffies are weak as fuck.
>You walk into the lot and fluffies and squeal in terror.
>"BAH' MAN! HE KIWW FWUFFIES!" says a purple mare as curls up into a little ball.
>Guess she's had encounters with fluffy control people in the past.
>"BAH MAN IN BWOO HOOMIN FWUFF! KIWW FWUFFIES..." she says again.
>"Mama!" you hear from under her.
>Two foals, maybe two weeks old pop out from under her fluff.
>"NO WAN' DIE! MAMA!" they shout.
>"WAH! WHY WAWW? WEN WAWW BE HEWE?"
>You turn around and see a orange stallion and blue colt rubbing their hooves up against the drywall.
>"Sorry, you gotta go" you say as you raise up your stick over the mare and her foals.
>She cries as she looks up to you.
>"PWESE..HAF' BAEBES..NO K-"
>You swing your stick down and the point goes right through her head, killing her instantly.
>The two other fluffies at the dry wall see this and cry even harder.
>"WAH! GIF FWUFFY OWIES!" they shout.
>The foals chirp quietly as they cry into their dead mothers fluff.
>You softly poke their little bodies and the pint goes right through them without any force.
>Three down.
>You see the orange fluffy and what you assume to be his son hugging each other as they cry into each others fluff.
>"Pwese..no owies...fwuffy sawy...weaf hoomins awone" he begs.
>"Pweese...haf' baebe...wuf baebe...mama haf big owies in wiva"
>"Doesn't matter to me you little shit, i'm doing my job, and that's to kill you.
>The young fluffy begins to cry harder but his father hugs him tight.
>"No cwy.." he softly says to him.
>He looks up at you with tears in his eyes then slowly nods his head.
>"Pwese...be fast.." he says.
>Accepted his fate.
>Wat.
>You rose you're stick into the air and thought "yo this fluffy is rare...nah forget it" and rammed the stick through the air.
>You quickly kill them, as they asked, heh, any fluffy that accepts his fate deserves a quick death.
>"All done" you say to yourself.
>Wait.
>The radio said 6.
>You quickly look around before you spot small movement under a trash bag.
>"Gotcha, you little shit" you say as you walk over to it.
>"NUUUU!" a blue green stallion shouts as he jumps out with his front hooves held in the air.
>"Pwese mista! I no wiv in dis pwace! I jus' twy and fin' sum new nummies! Fwuffy undastan'!"
>The fuck?
>"Understand? What do you understand? That you're a little cunt?"
>"Wah? Name nawt cun'! Name Tony Sowpanno!" He says.
>Wat.
>"I undastan' hoomins no wan' fwuffies in da stweets! I wiv in woods acwoss da stweet! Don Fwuff sen' ova heew to twy an' find sum new nummies! I ain't cheatin' yoo buddy! Pwese wet go! I no cause twouble!"
>Think for a moment.
>This is the most badass fluffy you have ever met.
>Part of a fucking fluffy mafia, how cool is that?"
>You lower your stick and sigh.
>"Relax, kid. I'll let you go, you don't live here, but if I see you're fucking herd in town I will kill them all including you, understand?" you say to him.
>"Yes! Yes! Tony undastan'!
>"Alright you little bitch" you say as you grab him by the scruff of his neck.
>"Tank yoo!" he happily squeals.
>"Woods over there?" you say as you point across the street to a deep bunch of trees.
>"Yes! Wite ova dah!" he happily shouts.
>"Alright kid hold on" you say as you softly toss him across the street into a small bush.
>"WEEEE!" he shouts as he flys through the air.
>He lands in the bush and hops out.
>He waves to you and says goodbye.
>"BYE HOOMIN! TANK'S AGAIN!" he says as he runs into the woods.
>That fluffy is a badass.