Sometimes, you get tired of a fluffy. You love it. You care for it. You use it for stress relief. After a while it doesn’t cry when you shove a drumstick up the fluffy’s ass. You shave the little toy’s belly and it just trembles. It’s broken but every so often you hear it quietly thank you for feeding it.
Between the ugly colors and the lack of reactions, you decide that it’s time for a new plaything. Well you can’t have two fluffies. Time to make space.