"Hey, do you know where I could find the furry-con?" Said a deep seducing voice in a sonic costume.
Brian nodded, got up and led the furry outside.
"Just down the street and turn right. You'll find it."
"Are you a furry, too?" The sonic character asked Brian.
"DUH!"
Brian pulled and unstuck a long tail out of his ass crack.
"You should join me, sometime! My names Tim."
Brian smiled and nodded.
"I'll have to. Your costume looks really sexy, by the way."
"OH, thank you..bye, Brian."
Tim covered his crotch and slowly walked away.
"Weird. But mentally unstable. That's how I like em."
Brian went inside to see obamas tongue down diamond cashbags throat.
Brian felt sick. Before he could tear up again, two girls walked up to him.
"You're such a lil bitch. If Obama were my mine, I'd fuck him right on the dance floor." Marinara said.
Brian was shocked.
"Same. Hash tag true, girl." Rowjob said.
"I can't. Just can't."
