Static fills the screen as it fills in with the usual lab scene, Dr. lynchil would be walking into screen with a whiteboard. “NOW! whoever is watching please be warned. Though this won’t involve actual Human on Fluffy action, though there will implied Fluffphilia.” She would giggle to herself. “Fluffphilia… Such a silly sounding word.” She would clear her throat. “now, if you don’t like the implications that Fluffies and humans have had intimate interactions, then take this tape out and look for something else.” She would clear her throat and the video would skip to the next screen.
“Now, with that out of the way, and the fact I have gotten better at editing. Let’s talk about-” she would write on the white board. “Fluffy Mental Illness and Diseases!” She ads a few lines under the wording. “Now it would cost me alot of money and effort to get the Fluffies with these diseases and mental Illnesses…” She sighs and starts to write on the board. “Oh, also we are going to talk about things people do to the Fluffies. Along with the differences between ‘Classic’ and ‘Shitgrimlins’ diseases and mental Illnesses.” She would pull out a red marker and make a crude drawing of a fluffy l. “Let us start with the most well known Smarty mental illness. First of all, this is a purely Shitgrimlin. A good way to know if you are dealing with a smarty, is if it calls you a ‘dummeh hooman’. That is a smarty.”
She would chuckle as she draws a stick figure being called a Dummy by a smarty. “This is mainly caused by a male foal, Colt, to become the most attention receiving child.” She would turn to the camera. “One thing to note about these, they are stubborn, and will try to poop on you. This fecal matter is nothing special, it’s actually harmful for them as they hold it in and turn it into a more liquid and horrid smelling poop jet.” She would draw a few more things as she explained this. Her drawing were still of stick figures and crude Fluffies.
“Now, that is… Kinda all of it, there isn’t any real changes. Though there is a slightly different brain change.” She would pull out two jars. “One brain-” she points to a brain in a jar. “Is a smarty brain.” It was more swollen and smooth, with a few pieces of it rotted away. “The smarty brain has its frontal cortex rotted away, along with a few other parts that help a fluffy function are also rotted away… Which is why they are so dumb…” She would move onto a normal looking brain. “And this is a generic fluffy brain. It’s intact, nothing more nothing less…” She sighs as she taps her hand with the marker. “Yep! Let’s finish it there. I am Dr. Lynchil, and I will be back for another Log.” She scratches her head. “I hope this is watched by someone… And I’m not recording these with no real reason…”