Some time ago I made a story called Daycare for Abusers: Fluffy TV in which several abuser compete other over which fluffy is most abused. Towards the end a bowl of sketties is thrown toward a depressed fluffy (Woeful Waffle); who becomes happy, much to his owner’s annoyance. You could draw that as it’s the only part where a fluffy is happy.
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“And who is this?” asked Bill.
“This is Woeful Waffle,” replied Janice. “He spent over a year in the pet store waiting to be adopted and when I chose him he thought he was going to be put to sleep. He simply couldn’t understand that he’s been chosen over another fluffy.”
“I bet that made him happy.”
“Unfortunately adopting a fluffy with bad colours can cause them to feel joy. The trick is to buy a tank and have the clerk half fill it with water. Then you put the fluffy inside and they remain miserable until you can get them home.”
“And what did you do when you got him home?”
“I used a combination of unstackable blocks, itchy carpets, tasteless food, and replacing all the grass with green Velcro to ensure he never enjoyed a single day. Now look at him. He’s incapable of even smiling.”
Bill and Janice then turned towards Waffle. Janice gasped.
“He’s not sad at all. He’s got a huge pile of sketties,” said Bill.
“No! He’s experiencing happiness!” screamed Janice as she picked up the spaghetti, then dropped it because it was so hot.
“We can’t show a fluffy eating a good meal while smiling, it will give the wrong impression to all the fluffies watching the show.”
“Who gave my fluffy sketties!?” shouted Janice.
Having been following the flying food both Jim and Steve were starting nearby Janice. Jim then used all his talent at blaming others for his poor life choices.
“He did it,” Jim said pointing at Steve.
Janice than ran at Steve swinging her hand bag and shouting “You ruined my fluffy”, while he fled down the street.