I guess furry is what happens when the childhood relationship you have with your dog starts to get a little weird due to puberty, then your dad backs it over with the truck.
Good craftsmanship makes everything worse. Imagine that a lunatic is walking down the street having sex with a crude drawing of his, then imagine Van Gogh doing the same trying to get his balls to perfectly lay on the explosions of light in Starry Night, or Seurat dabbing dots of smegma against Sunday Afternoon, or Picasso severely twisting his knob through the turns of Guernica. The random lunatic with the slashes and dashes that vaguely resemble a popular celebrity is disturbing, but on a much lower level.
Somehow I doubt the inherent hilarity of watching people in mascot suits pretend to tell a DEEP and PHILOSOPHICAL story is going to make this worth watching.
When I was a child I was TERRIFIED of anyone dressed in a giant animal- or anything else for that matter - costume. I would cry and scream whenever a mascot would go by or someone would be dressed up outside a store. I am going to assume that my seemingly irrational fears were really a preemptive protection against this.
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