The long-awaited sequel to Sensitive Babbeh Meets Alley Wall:
Bob chuckled hysterically as he stared down at the fluffy who’d robbed him and her spherically-obese sensitive foal in the alley he’d found them in. He raised his sledgehammer overhead.
“Payback time bitch! After you stole my wallet I couldn’t renew my racial slur license and now I’ve got to go the whole year without being able to properly express my hatred of black people!“
Despite Bob’s obvious glee at the thought of her and her foal’s impending demises the mare didn’t view that as a good thing. Fluffies often have different values than humans.
“Nu huwt Mummah an Mummah’s bestest widdwe sens-ah-tibe babbeh! Am gud fwuffies!“
Bob however was deaf to their pleas. Being deaf is a disability where you can’t hear as well as able-bodied people. Deaf people need to be careful crossing the street because they can’t hear cars coming and might get run over. They’re similar to fluffies in that they insist on crossing the street regardless of the obvious danger that represents. Being deaf sucks.
“No such thing as a ‘Good Fluffy,‘ just like there’s no such thing as a good ni-“
He spots a police officer out of the corner of his eye and quickly swaps words.
“-ce person who is equal to me. Wait, are racial slur licenses real or was I scammed?“
Bob shakes his head.
“No, I’m far too intelligent to be scammed, all my internet friends say so. NOW DIE!“
He brings his sledgehammer down on the sensitive foal with a mighty swing. But just as he strikes the mare snatches her foal off the ground, meaning the hammer hits the trampoline the foal was resting on and rebounds into Bob’s head.
Bob’s once again managed to knock himself unconscious.
This time the mare steals Bob’s phone and wallet as she runs off with her sensitive foal on her back. By the time Bob’s woken up she’s ordered over $1000 worth of pasta from Olive Garden.
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Olive Garden: If fluffies could use currency they’d buy our food!