>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?