This is the voice I imagine all furries as having. What an amazingly pointless crusade. Chuck E. doesn't look particularly thrilled to be there either, though perhaps I'm projecting.
My favorite part? The fucking Rabbit can't even recite his pitch without tripping over every third word. He reminds me of a highschool freshman trying to give an oral report on the history of the state of Arizona.
I love to think that he actually spoke to the city councilman while wearing his rabbit costume.
I actually live in Ridgewood, Queens, and you'd have a hard time proving to me that there is an ordinance against coin-op rides; there's a magnificent unlicensed 90s Batmobile next to the neighborhood 24-hour convenience store.