It was a dreary, miserable day in Leicester... but Tim and co. had come to find something, someone to help them defeat the evil furry, and one of the keepers of the modship. There was only one place he would be found.
After pulling his claw-hammer out of the skull of one of many dead furries around him, Sean strode out of the convention with a grin on his face and a Leicester City football shirt on his chest. Killing furries was more than a job to Sean, it was a hobby too; he enjoyed nothing more than beating in the skull of some fucktards performing yify, the only thing that even came close was crippling a fat, balding middle-aged man in a rainbow dash costume. As he tucked the hammer into his belt, he heard shouting off in the distance... they weren't furries, but they were within twenty meters of him: customers.
"Oi, cock 'eds! What do you want?"
"Are you perhaps skilled in the killing of a certain... fluffy variety?"
Tim replied.
"If you mean them furry bastards then yeah, I am! What's it to you?"
"Well, you see, we have come across a certain problem. I and my friends here are seeking the modship of Tiptoptradia and we need to kill one of the keepers... but none of us are-"
"Say no more you cock 'ed, I've been lookin' for an excuse to smash that fgt's 'ed in for ages! I'd normally ask you to pay me but I want to fuck 'im up already."
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And so the heroes arrived back at the tower with Sean, their new associate, in tow.
The door opened with a creak, and within a deep growl could be heard... and then:
"Shit, knock before you enter would you? Give me some time to get decent I'm watching yify here!"
"Fuck off cock 'ed."
Sean replied. The furry then turned around... he recognised Sean's voice. He looked almost feral as he stood up, wiped himself down with a kleenex and began to growl.
"So you finally decided to come back... looks like your time is up Xeno."
Everyone else gasped... was this really Xeno? He had been exiled from Tradingexpressistan years ago but no one said a word then. That was, until it was revealed that Lad was a tyrant.
"U Fuckin' wot?"
Out of nowhere a ball dropped to his feet.
"Thy Spanketh thee."
He added, before booting the ball right into the furry's face.
"Bye Moogle, ya cock 'ed."
He collapsed to the ground, dead. Sean was elated, as were the rest of the group. Tim strode up to 'Moogle's dead body and grabbed something from a collar around his neck.... a key.
"That's it."
The Haggis said.
"One of the three keys. Now for the others."
