Dale, the Asshole Scientist - 1

Vanner, April 17, 2012 / PB 168412
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>you own a fluffy pony vet and rehab center
>got rid of the gun after an employee nearly shot you
>hire a real vet tech with a brain to handle the unpleasant side of business
>you’re strictly rehab now
>you’re busy teaching amputee fluffies to use their skateboards, when your scientist friend burst in
>fluffy ponies cry, soil themselves, and roll away from "munster" on their skateboards
>"Damnit Dale."
>"I need an amputee fluffy pony!" he says
>"Why?"
>"For science!"
>sigh
>he pulls a metal harness out of his bag.
>it looks like a helmet connected to a harness and some metal legs
>"It’s a walking harness for amputee fluffies!"
>"And how much did that cost to build?"
>"Like six grand?"
>again sigh
>He picks up a fluffy amputee that fell off her skateboard and straps her into the harness
>"nuu! Daddee hewp!"
>*I'm not your daddy, fluff-ball. Dale, quit traumatizing the fluffies."
>he straps the helmet on her head and puts her back down
>she looks ridiculous
>the legs that are twice as big as fluffy legs
>"Now," he says to the fluffy. "Think about moving your legs."
>"no got weggies," she says. "weggies gone, not come back."
>now she’s depressed
>"Thanks, asshole, I just got her over that. Now I gotta start over."
>he ignores you
>"Think real hard about running!" he says
>"no mow wun, no weggies."
>"Ill give you some spaghetti if you run."
>"skettis if wun?"
>she thinks real hard about running, and the legs jerk to life
>the clanging sound of the metal legs scares her, so the thinks about running harder
>the harness takes off down the hall with the fluffy still strapped in
>"nuu! hewp fluffy! scawy noise!"
>fluffy harness plows through a wall and out into the world with fluffy screaming all the while
>"Wow, that thing is tougher than I thought."
>"Fuck you, Dale."