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The main difference is that Furries enjoy whatever furry stuff they like. (I dunno what.) And that Bronies enjoy stuff relating to My Little Pony....
(Sucks to hear that. See you then.) Narrowleaf sighed. "There's a way I could get them to listen to you, Brisk. Obey, even." He stated, looking...
How can I pull my April tricks if your inbox is full?
...At least it's not an insect. I have a hatred for insects.
You furries are racist!! Reptiles have feelings too!
"Oh. Okay." He replied, relieved. "I wasn't sure if you were."
"I didn't mean... Nevermind." He mumbled.
"Good luck with that. They're a bunch of stubborn jerks." He said.
"So then... Have any ideas to get out?" Narrowleaf asked.
"I do. I'm sorry." He replied. "I have complete faith in you."
"Okay. The only reason I asked is because... I don't want to be arrested. Again." He replied.
"How old are you, Brisk? I never got the chance to ask."
"Yeah. We'll still be around. Remember, we don't age like normal ponies." He said.
"Alright. Willow and I will stay here with you." He replied. "...Even if it takes a thousand years."
"There's one way. But... You won't like it." Narrowleaf said.
Narrowleaf kissed her hoof. "You're... stuck here?" He asked.
"Brisk.. Thank you." He replied. "...I love you more than anything."
Hey guys!! Let's all go to church and celebrate God! Get of those dumb video games!!
It's not that I hate furries, they're just... odd. And I like skin.
I still disagree. ...And... Goodbye. I don't want to be a furry... Yeah. Bye.
