it was a sunday afternoon. dan hated fluffies, hes hated them ever since they came into existance. those things were a living embodiment of human greed. as seen by smarties and the fluffy demeanor. one day dan was sick of it. he got into a suit of heavy green battle armour and grabbed a shotgun.
he had left the house and was entering every single crevice and alleyway he could. he had alsready killed hundreds of fluffies and he was going to kill hundreds more. he found a family living in a box, and the stallion said “dummeh hooman gib speshaw fwend sketties fow babbehs!” these things dont deserve the amount of effort used to torture them so he just shot it in the head. its lifeless corpse laying on the floor next to its fuckpal and kids. the mare screamed “SCREEEEEE! NU HUWTIE MAWE FWUFFY AM GUD FWUFFY! WUV AWW BABBEHS!” dan gave her credit for that and considered leaving her. but then he saw a brown fluffy in a pile of poop. you sighed and berraded youself for even thinking that a fluffy could be good. you picked up all its babies and crushed them, than you stepped on the smares head, killing it instantly. dan went through hundredds of families that day, and thousands of herds. eventually dan came across a megaherd with several fluffies.
when it came the time, he grabbed a small grenade and threw it out into the middle of the herd. it obliterated hundreds of fluffies in an instant, but hundreds were left. dan walked through the carnage stomping or shooting every single fluffy that came his way. he listened to them scream, and he enjoyed it.