Poon's Baby Concentration Camp DRAFT

>be me, bonky
>we thought we knew him
>but we didn't know him at all
>we never thought
>that our dear Poon
>when given control
>would grow into such a monster
>after the crash of bwiz's floating crib-fortress
>and the alleged death of him and his crew
>Poon has been rounding up babies world-wide
>and collecting them together
>into some sort of baby concentration camp
>he calls it a "park"
>but the things we've seen
>could never be qualified as a park
>for one, on poon's island baby concentration camp
>there's been a terrible escherichia coli outbreak
>during these outbreaks
>it's difficult to get a hold of poon
>because some part of him wants to save them
>he speeds around in his little poon kart
>to try and rescue the babies
>who are dying of e. coli poisoning
>we confronted him about all this
>we said you're the one responsible for the conditions that keep leading to e. coli breaks
>you keep them in this nasty doo-doo pen with the hand-painted sign outside that says "Rowdy Town"
>and he says you don't know what you're talking about,
>you know nothing about baby management.
>pickle horse-man and i look at each other
>maybe that's true
>but the horrors continue
>Poon is constantly under advisement from some shadow cabal
>he is constantly interfacing with several screens and hand-held devices
>when we look over his shoulder
>the video feed are shadowy, anonymous faces
>we can't truly understand what they say
>it all seems to be framed as good, wholesome advice
>but as though it were translated from some alien perspective
>pickle horse-man is sure one of them is the devil
>but i don't believe in the devil
>i just believe it's a really fucked up guy
>who was, like, raised in an orphanage
>where he was beaten
>and then put in prison
>and beaten
>and then joined the mob
>and beaten
>then medical school
>beaten
>then started an evil shadow organization
>and pickle horse-man says yeah that all sounds like the devil
>and i say cool it with the devil talk
>you're scaring the babies
>the babies sometimes escape their confinement
>and the ponies go underground
>though some stay to tranquilize the babies
>and poon insists on personally air lifting them back to their locations
>we say, poon, a single baby does not need air lifting
>you can sling it over your saddle
>you can probably carry fifteen babies
>if stacked correctly
>poon says they have to be air lifted
>these are delicate specimens
>do you have any idea how much a baby costs each year?
>,google it.
>pickle horse-man and i look at each other
>we imagine the cost must be great
>if you have to air lift them to get them from place to place
>the worst though
>are the rampant tornadoes that blow through Rowdy Town
>and pick up the babies
>and the e. coli
>and the destruction is horrifying to see
>again, we confront poon
>we demand this time
>we demand an answer
>why would you build your baby concentration camp
>park
>your baby park, why would you build it on an island with tornados
>those who speak don't know, and those who know don't tell, he maliciously licked his lips
>and the way he said it brought a chill over us
>but the most horrible thing
>one of his shadow cabal
>we rarely understand them
>but this time we heard the order loud and clear
>No! we said, you can't do this! Poon this isn't you!
>he turned to us, and his face was in shadow
>behold, and you shall see, he said
>and two innocent babies were airlifted down into a spirited, shimmering lawn
>and for a while they crawled around
>uncertain of what to do
>but when they got hold of one another
>they took turns biting one another
>big horrible bites
>until finally the victor lifted its opponent in its jaws and slammed them down with terrible fury
>why did we come to this accursed place
>the merch isn't even something we would show another person
>t-shirts and hats of dead babies
>stickers that say "we brought babies to life just to murder them"
>it's beyond words
>and the maniacal poon
>driving his horrible smoking cart over the ramps of hills
>through pouring rain
>flying to mitigate every disaster or bring disaster upon the innocent
>caught in some horrible twilight of saviour and ruiner
>what happened to our dear friend Poon
>he was always such a good pony
>eager to lend a hand
>in my memory of him:
>always smiling.
>where is my good boy of yore
>my darling dear