BOBBY: Dad! Dad! I finally picked out a fursona! It's-
HANK: Is it a real animal?
BOBBY: gh-
HANK: Come on, Bobby, we talked about this. Everyone thinks Dale's a jackass with his closed species.
HANK: If you make your fursona a pokemon, where are you gonna be in a few years when the next big fad comes around?
BOBBY: Then I'll just get a new one.
HANK: Bobby, a fursona isn't just something you throw away when something new comes along. It's a piece of yourself. Why, I've had Lyndon here for thirty years.
BOBBY: Here comes the ref sheet.
HANK: (takes a folded up piece of paper out of his wallet. his fursona is a jacked as hell bloodhound)
@BestGirlGrace i am READING THIS IN THEIR VOICES HOLY FUCK
@Nine >:3