There was a herd of feral fluffies.
They were all starving.
Even their Smarty had tummy-hurties.
They hadn’t eaten many forevers and if they didn’t find nummies soon they’d go forever-sleepies.
Just as the Smarty was about to declare that the babbehs were nummies now they heard a shout.
“Weaf find nummies!”
Leaf was one of the herd’s nummy-finders. He hadn’t brought any back with him though.
“Whewe am nummies?!” the Smarty demanded.
Weaf took a forever to catch his breath.
“Dewe am hoomins wit nummies! Hewd gu and get nummies fwom dem!”
“Wut kind ob nummies? Am sketties? Sketties am bestest nummies!”
“Nu, am cown nummies. Hoomins am yewwing about cown aww da timesies dewe.”
“Cown nummies nu am sketties, but need nummies fow hewd ow habe tu num babbehs.”
The Smarty made his choice and called out to the herd.
“Hewd fowwow Smawty, gu get cown nummies!”
The journey took many forevers but the herd finally found the humans.
The humans were HUGE. The smallest of them was over 7 feet tall and they all had huge muscles. Some had horns, others had claws, and there were many other mutations as well.
They were all carrying nasty-looking melee weapons or using their claws to tear their foes apart.
Also they weren’t yelling about corn.
They were worshipers of the Chaos God Khorne, battle-maddened bersekers.
“KHORNE!!!”
“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!”
“KILL! MAIM! BURN!”
“BLOOD FOR KHORNE!!!”
The fluffies stared for a moment, then the Smarty trotted forwards.
“Nice hoomins shawe cown nummies with gud fwuffies? Hewd hab tummeh-owies.”
The Khornite berserker instead stomped the Smarty into paste.
The rest of the fluffy herd tried to flee, but Khorne cares not from where the blood flows and so the Khornites proceeded to messily eviscerate all the fluffies painfully if quickly.
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“The moral of this story is that only the God-Emperor protects, not Smarties.”
The fluffy looked up at his owner and puffed his cheeks while showing his genitals.
“Nu! Smawty am stiww Smawty, nu cawe about dummeh God-Empewow! Nao gibe sketties!”
His owner’s eyes narrowed.
“HERESY!”
He then used his flamer to immolate the blaspheming fluffy.