Yes, you are, obviously, right: just as regular fluffs deserve to suffer horrifically for asking to have children, or being the only living thing that loves me, or ineffectually trying to murder me.
One of my favourite aspects of NO MIWKIES is how the mummah is, by fluffy standards, a charming being, who realises she is being a bit silly, but cannot help giving her SBS foal the extra love it obviously needs: but I still feel an urgent need for evisceration upon seeing her sing a special little song to it while it giggles & pees. 
