Dr. Ricardo Guerra was eating his lunch outside.
McDonald’s was trash but occasionally he got a craving for it.
“Hewwo nice Mistah?”
Ricky looked down to see a green and blue pegasus fluffy at his feet.
The fluffy brightens at seeing Ricky notice it.
“Nice Mistah gibe gud fwuffy nummies? Habe su many tummeh-huwties.”
From what Ricky can see the fluffy is indeed malnourished.
Ricky thinks for a moment, looking around. Then he nods.
“Sure. Just move a little to the right. And now back a bit.”
He motions with his hand to show the fluffy where to go.
“Fwuffy am in wight pwace, Mistah? Can habe nummies nao?”
Ricky reached out his hands. The fluffy automatically assumed the upsies position.
“Don’t FUCK with this Doctor!”
Ricky’s foot lashed out and kicked the fluffy in the head, snapping the shitrat’s spine and sending it flying into a nearby trash can. It’s still alive but permanently paralyzed.
Ricky was just about to start eating his ice cream (the ice cream machine in the
McDonald’s was working that day) when he heard someone clearing their throat.
He looked up to see a homeless man standing in front of him.
“I need money, can you help me out?”
Ricky thinks for a moment, looking around. Then he nods.
“Sure. Just move a little to the right. And now back a bit.”
