Boston, Connecticut. United States of America:
Charles and Frank were fluffy exterminators.
They’d been sent out after a local had called in a report of a family of feral fluffies.
Fluffy exterminators dressed up in colorful outfits so fluffies wouldn’t run away from them.
Charles and Frank walked into the alley the fluffies had been spotted in.
In it there were two adult unicorn fluffies and a recently-born pile of fluffy foals.
The stallion trotted up to Charles and Frank.
“Nice Mistahs be nyu daddehs fow gud fwuffy famiwy? Habe wotsa pwetty babbehs!”
Charles picked up the stallion by it’s scruff and tossed it in a holding cage.
“SCREE!!! BAD UPSIES! Wai huwt gud fwuffy?!”
Meanwhile Charles stomped the foals to death before snapping the mare’s neck.
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Gummy was a fluffy.
A unicorn fluffy.
He had pink fluff and a purple mane.
Gummy was scared because he didn’t know where his special-friend and babies were.
Also he was in a sorry-box in a vroom-monster and he didn’t know where he was going.
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Charles and Frank took the cage with the fluffy out of the car and put it in a helicopter.
The helicopter pilot took the helicopter up and flew it over the Indian Ocean on the coast.
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Gummy was happy when the humans took him out of the sorry-box. But then he looked down.
Gummy was being dangled over a huge amount of open water.
“Pwease nu dwop Gummy! Gummy nu am wingy-fwuffy, nu can fwy!”
The human dropped Gummy anyway.
Gummy tried to use the magic he was certain his pointy horn held, but he kept falling.
Gummy vanished beneath the waves and drowned like the shitrat he was.
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Charles turned to Frank.
“Do you think that using a helicopter to drop fluffies into the ocean one at a time is inefficient?”
Frank nodded.
“Yes, but it’s fun. And in the end that’s all that matters.”