>Taking care of your fluffy pony
>Set out a bowl of water a bowl of fluffy chow
>"whewe sketti?"
No spaghetti today
>"fwuffy wan sketti! fwuffi wan sketti!"
No spaghetti fluffy! No! Bad fluffy!
>"fwuffy wan sketti!"
>It continues to shriek, dumping the contents of its bowls on the floor
>Oh that's it
Alright you! It's time for you to go to the bad fluffy room!
>"no woom! wan sketties!"
>You grab the fluffy pony and squeeze it in your hand
>"owies! fwuffy no wan hurties!"
Too late for that you stupid pony!
>The bad fluffy room is a specialized torture room you have set up to deal with fluffy ponies that piss you off
>You start by strapping it down
>You grab your sheers and start taking off its front leg
>"owwies! huwrtie bad! pwease no huwrtie! fwuffy each fwuffy chow!"
Only good fluffies get fluffy chow. Bad fluffies get this.
>With one last snap you cut off the leg
>You take it and present it to the fluffy
If you wanna eat, you can eat this
>"no, no wanna eat weggie. wan weggie back!"
If you don't eat that leg I'll cut off the others!
>"pwease, no eat weggie. no-... AAAAAHHH"
>With that you severe the next leg
>The fluffy still hasn't started to eat the leg as you go through taking off the last of its limbs
>You watch as the fluffy starts to bleed out from the four stumps now where its legs once were
>Its cries echo through the room as you chuckle maniacally as you prepare to finish the stupid greedy creature off
>"Hey Anon I just needed to borrow some-..." Your roommate just stands there when he notices what you're doing
>You stand there for what seems like hours just staring at each other
>You're standing there in a home made torture room with your pet on a table, cutting off its legs and force-feeding them back to it
Oh. Hi buddy.
>"What the hell man? Are you torturing your fluffy pony?"
Well, I mean- it-... It mouthed off at me!
>"Oh course it mouthed off at you. It's got the intellect of a three year old!"
Well... but... I... it...
>Your at a loss for words, totally dumbfounded by your roommate's words
>"Listen, its your pet, do what you want with it. But you might wanna cauterize it's stumps if you want it to survive."
I... uh... thanks.
>"Whatever. Weirdo. This explains why you go through these things so fast."
>With that he closes the door and walks away
>You stand there breathing heavily for a few seconds
>Door opens again
>"By the way dude, you got a husband bulge."
>He points to your pants, noting your engorged boner
>You are all kinds of fucked up
>Over on the table, your fluffy pony has started eating its legs while it sobs softly