I bet that - after realising you’d fur-ked up - you weren’t feline fine, Jerk.
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It’s understandable, after your mistake, you would be catty about it.
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Thinking you were going to a furcon, then proving you can’t think after all, Jerk? What a catastrophe.
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After this complete & absolute brain fart, mewthinks you’ll be needing a CAT scan, Jerk.
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Cats are clawsome. You’re not, Jerk.
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Proof that you can’t think, Jerk: before you crashed what you thought was a Furcon, you should have pawsed for thought.
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The fact your fuckup went viral, Jerk? You must be purr-plexed.
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Invading what you thought was a Furcon? What, are you purr-anoid Jerk?!
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Seattle, eh? The home of one of The Founders of the Anthro scene, Steve Gallacci. He created a Sci-Fi scenario featuring a humanoid Manx cat, who was a flight officer in what could be that scenario’s equivalent of an air fur-ce, and as he was formerly a Staff Sergeant in the US Air Force, that’s not surprising. The only surprising thing is how you made a complete farce of yourself, you have gato be kitten us!