>Be 12 year old boy.
>Wake up on Monday morning.
>Head downstairs for breakfast.
>Make cereal. Pick up an unlabeled carton of milk.
>As you sit down and begin to consume your meal, you see the family fluffy pony strut in.
>He has a satisfied look on his face.
>Dad walks in.
>"Good news, gang! We're getting into the fluffy pony breeding business! We already got some viles in the fridge!'
>You slowly chew on your cereal.
>Who knew fluffy jizz was so tasty?