“So here’s where the magic happens. All the shit flows down here, and we got the fattest poop-fed foals down here munching all the dookie they can eat!”
The camera pans out, revealing hundreds of quietly sobbing fluffies on cement blocks desperately eating and shitting back into the fecal slurry troughs.
“See, you may or may not know most livestock fluffies are either descended from ferals we nabbed or monochromes. Turns out monochromes don’t usually sell unless they’re black or white, but they’re pretty enough to be food. Hell, you put a mono in with some poopies with pretty manes and they sell better.”
“But even among themselves, monochromes discriminate. “no pretty colors” and brown fluffies get binned as poopie babbehs. As a cost cutting measure we stump um and put em down here, and here is where all the poopies come to get nummed. AINT THAT RIGHT, SHITRATS?”
The huu huus grow louder. “WAN HUGGIES!” “FWUFFY AM FO WUN AN PWAY!”
“YOU BETTER GET MUNCHING OR THE POOPIES WILL KEEP PILIN’ UP! Well, anyway, they eat all the poopies until they get nice and big, converting all the nasty poopies into delicious fluffy shmeat. That’s a legal and scientific distinction because fluffies aren’t animals. And depending on how long it took for em to get this way we either breed em or sneed em.”
The Farmer grabs a massive brown ball from the floor. “wub?” it asks in a quiet, resigned squeak. The farmer looks at the numbers branded on it’s stomach. “Two fuckin years are you kiddin me? You’te somebody’s dinner.”
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This could be the last image I upload ever and I’d be happy with it, the transcendence of industrial shiteaters. I feel that here the platonic litterpal ideal has been achieved.
Of course i’m not quitting!
I finally did something i’m truly satisfied with - why the fuck would I stop now?
