[mario] and today we discuss animals rights.

[link] i wouldnt want anyone to hurt my fluffy, i know that...

[druggle] yes, we wouldnt want anything to happen to.. fluffy.

[link] speaking of my fluffy; did anyone feed him?

[druggle] oh yeah, i fed him some of the canned stuff.

[link] ah.. good. i dont want him to go hungry...

[druggle] yep, i grabbed the bright blue jug and fed it to him.

[link] bright.. blue.. jug?

[druggle] yeah. the stuff in the laundry room. blue liquid stuff.

[link] BLEACH?! YOU MEAN BLEACH?! YOU FED MY CAT- FLUFFY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[mario] oh dear.. poor fluffy. probably lying brain dead and confused on the floor next to his little cat dish.. of course, the food dish would be stained and dirty from his constant and consecutive regurgitations, with his little mouth hanging wide open, a wierd, foamy, froth pooring out.. and his little water dish.. dirtied from his constant discharges from his little-


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[fluffy] gahha hhe help.. me.. pain. gwhplaghakkak
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[link] NO! NO MORE! STOP!

[mario] your cats dead, GET OVER IT

[druggle] hahaah- errrr..

[link] WHAT?! HOW CAN I GO ON WITHOUT FLUFFY?! WE DID EVERYTHING TOGETHOR!

[druggle] no you didnt. in fact, you neglected that poor cat. i merely put it out of its misery.

[link] what?! NO!

[druggle] thats right. poor fluffy sat home while you were off saving skank princesses. he was constantly sulking, and he was sad.. sooo saaaad... in fact.. he asked for the bleach.

[link] i feel so bad now.. poor.. poor fluffy... thats it! KILL ME! KILL M- *thud*

[mario] you did that rather hastily.

[druggle] he had it coming.

[mario] hey, wait a minute, fluffy's sleeping there in the corner.

[druggle] i know.


[druggle and mario] guhhahahhahahahahah

[mario] .. well.. now what?

[druggle] uhhh... i dunno.

[mario] well.. theres fluffy sleeping snuggly and quietly in the - GET THE GUN

[fluffy] mreow?