"You see, all," The man strolled slowly around them in circles, staring at them with dull eyes, his hands folded behind his back. "I am not a man of patience. If you leave me waiting..." The creatures flinched when coming into view with the long, black whip that sat in his right hand; he inched closer to them, causing them to fall back. To no avail, the whip was reeled back, firstly coming into contact with the face of a younger male Toon. He fell with a thud onto the floor, holding his now bloodied cheek with a shaking palm, his legs curled up against his chest securely. He stared up at the man, eyes wide and petrified, frozen in his place on the floor. The man curled the tool in his hands, tugging on it on occasion, and feeling the tough leather and blood seep into his palm, a sneer on his face. "...You will leave me no choice but to take the words out of your mouths."
They each shivered violently where they sat on the ground, some hands reaching out to the bloody and bruised Toon that lay in a corner of the room who was too scared to look at the man, let alone everyone else. In fear of showing his face, he hid, only giving them a show of his trembling arms that shielded his body. "Rule Number One of Disney: don't question anything," He walked circles around them all, some watching with wide eyes as he did, others hiding away from his cold gaze. "Rule Number Two: keep smiling, and show no other emotion except for happiness. Happiness is the key to this life of yours, and without it, you all would do nothing for the world except cause it pain. Rule Number Three: no talking back to superiors, unless you want to end up like the scum over here with you." He pointed a thumb in the direction of the wounded Toon. They shook their heads, no desire to be given the same punishment. He smiled, "Lastly, Rule Number Four: performance is everything. Those who do not show good effort, or slack off in any sort of way, will be therefore moved from the premises." Looking around, the man noticed the many confused faces of the Toons and nodded before giving them some feedback. "For example," A muffled gag sounded around them all as the man held one of the Toons' neck tightly in hand. Squeezing roughly, his thumb pressing hard against the throat, causing foam to slowly pour from the mouth. Despite constant protest from the Toon and having it desperately try to pry his arm off, it was no use. After a few more seconds, it gave way and stopped breathing, arms now hanging from the sides, limp and still. Its eyes were wide, pupils dilating, holding the previous expression of shock and fear in them. They flinched as a sickening crack filled the room, seeing the Toon's neck broken and bent slightly to the side.
He tossed it over with a soft thud onto the ground, having the others to back up quickly away from the motionless body so that it wouldn't hit any of them. They stared up at the man, but kept away from his eyes at all costs. He pointed down to the dead Toon, "You will do as I say, when I say it. If you break the rules, you end up like that, understand?" He received quick nods from everyone. "Good. Now, get out, before I make someone else into an example. Remember, Rule Number Two." Getting off of the floor, they all made a beeline for the door, but soon stopped in their tracks to have to force a fake grin on their faces, eyeing the corpse on the floor as they exited quickly and quietly. When making it back to their homes in ToonTown, each creation grew more and more sullen about the whole situation.
Paradise was somethin' real special, they'll give them that much.