Looker was a fluffy.
An orange and tan earthie fluffy with huge eyes.
He loved exploring and seeing things.
But he was on his last day at the Fluffmart he lived in.
If he didn’t get adopted today he’d be burned alive while the Fluffmart employees all watched.
Then a cocaine-addled advertising executive burst into the Fluffmart.
“FUCK BRO! I gotta get a fluffy for a commercial or some shit! Goddamn I LOVE COCAINE!”
He saw Looker.
“BRO! DUDE! That’s fluffy’s FUCKING PERFECT! Cocaine has no negative side effects, BRO!”
He grabbed Looker, tossed a wad of cash on the counter, and walked out the door.
Looker was so happy, he was finally getting adopted!
The Fluffmart cashier flipped Looker off as he left.
“Stardom is going to eat you alive, shitrat. ALIVE!”
.
The commercial started.
“Looker can see with his eyes. But can he see why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch?”
The camera cut to Looker. His eye sockets were empty and bleeding.
“No he can’t because WE RIPPED HIS FUCKING EYES OUT! WOOO!!! COCAINE!!!”
Looker sobbed.
“Huu, pwease gibe see-pwaces back! Need dem fow seeing! Huuhuu…”
“NOW WATCH US FEED LOOKER TO A GIANT FUCKING SNAKE! WOOOOOOO!!!”
Looker was tossed to a giant anaconda (named ‘Stardom’) who swallowed him whole.
“CINNAMON TOAST CRUNCH: THE TASTE YOU CAN SEE! BECAUSE IT’S COCAINE, WOOOO!!!”