Rachel was sick and tired of her fluffy acting up. Floofster just kept throwing temper tantrums.
And throwing objects.
Finally Rachel decided she had had enough. She walked over to Floofster.
“Floofster.”
“Yeah, Mummah?”
“Are you listening to me?”
“Yes, Mummah.”
“I want you to listen to me because what I’m about to say is very important.”
“Otay, Mummah!”
“The next time you throw a tantrum and throw something I’m going to shove it up your butt.”
“NU PUT IN POOPIE PWACE!”
“Then don’t throw tantrums and don’t throw objects, got it?”
“Yes, Mummah!”
Rachel turned around and started walking away.
“WAN SKETTI AND PWETTY MAWE FOW GUD FEEWS AND BABBEHS NAO!”
Floofster threw Rachel’s prized acid-dripping barbed-needle cactus that she’d covered in Carolina Reaper peppers, salt, and broken glass as he yellled at the top of his fluffy lungs.
Rachel turned around and sighed.
…
Floofster was tied down and had cables pulling his anus open as Rachel readied the cactus.
“NU PUT IN POOPIE PWACE! NU DO ANYTING WONG! PWEASE MUMMAH NU! NU NO WAT DU WONG BUT PWOMISE NEBEH DU IT AGAIN! DIS NU AM FWOOFSTEW’S FAUWT! HEWP! FWUFFIES AM FOW HUGGIES AN WUB, NU DIS! WAI DIS HAPPENING TU FWOOFSTEW, AM GUD FWUFFY!”
Rachel shook her head in disgust.
“This is your own fault. I told you what would happen and you did it anyway. You’re a bad fluffy.”
“FWOOFSTEW NU AM BAD FWUFFY, AM GUD FWUFFY! BWAME EBWEBODY EWSE IN WOWWD!!”
“It’s going in now, Floofster.”
“HU COUWD HABE SEEN DIS COMING?! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”