Ricky was walking along the street when he saw a feral fluffy.
The feral spoke to Ricky.
“Nice Mistah be nyu Daddeh?”
That was a mistake.
Ricky looked down at the fluffy.
“No, but I will do this instead.”
He picked up the fluffy and put it on it’s back.
Even turtles have a way to flip themselves back over, but fluffies don’t.
“HEWP! Nice Mistah pwease put fwuffy back upsies, fwuffies nu am sposed tu be wike dis!”
Ricky just walked off. He was going to the store to buy AbuseHaus beer.
AbuseHaus: The Official Beer of Fluffy Abuse! Made from fluffy tears!
The fluffy was unable to right itself, remaining stuck on it’s back.
A cloud that had been drifting overhead noticed the fluffy and called out to it’s friends.
“OY! Look what we’ve got here, fellows! That shitrat’s stuck on it’s back! Let’s piss on it!”
All the clouds in the area gathered and began raining on the fluffy.
“NU! SKYWAWA BAD FOW FWUFFIES! HEWP! HEWP! HEWPGWGWGWGshhhhhhh!”
The fluffy was too stupid to close it’s mouth and the rain drowned it.