Fluffy Vengence

>You are a regular guy in your apartment when you hear a thump out on your balcony.
>Looking out your window, you see a black fluffy pony, staring down on the city in the rain.
>”Evy wan kiwws fwuffies dese days,” he says to no one in particular. ”Bu I am fwuffy of vengeance.”
>He’s wearing a black cape and mask. It’s sort of adorable.
>”I wiww wevenge evy fwuffy wost to da cweavers and bwowtowches of the aboosefags,” he goes on.
>Who the hell is he talking to?
>”I wiww wevenge evy fwuffy momma wost, evy bebeh kiwwed.”
>Is that fluffy monologuing?
>”I am Da Fwuff,” he says, “an I am comin’ foh dem.”
>He looks up, letting the cold rain wash through his fluff.
>The Fluff drowns, and falls off your balconey
>You go back to the internet.