“Hey there! This is my fursona, what do you think of her?”
“I THINK SHE’S EXCELLENT,” says 27th president of the United States of America, William Howard Taft.
“PERHAPS YOU HELP ME DESIGN MY OWN, AH, ‘FURSONA’?”
“Why certainly!” says the Toa of Water.
“Simply accept a bite from the Fursona Bug!”
“OH? WHAT CONVENIENT MEANS OF TRANSFORMATION,” says Taft, curling his exuberant mustache with glee. “HERE, MY FLESH IS SUPPLE AND READY FOR THE BITE.”
“PLEASE, I MUST ASK THAT YOU BE GENTLE. MY WIFE IS VERY JEALOUS AND COULD MISTAKE A WOUND FOR A HICKEY RECEIVED IN AN UNFLATTERING MANNER.”
NOW HOWARD AS YOUR WIFE I MUST INSIS-
“Do not misunderstand, Helen! This is but a favor from one Rahi enthusiast to another! While I take an interest in wholly organic intelligences as a woman of science, I take no interest as a woman. He has been quite safe in this cocoon.”
“See! He emerges!”
“AUGHHHH SHRUGGOT”
“HELEN THIS IS MY TRUE FORM. I AM ONE WITH THE GODS AND THE UNIVERSE. JOIN ME HELEN. PLEASE HELEN. HELEN.”
romantic sitcom idea: middle aged single dude on the dating scene trying to find The One and also his embarrassing secret hobby is that he’s an adult bionicle enthusiast with a huge bionicle collection but he doesn’t tell anyone about that because he’s too embarrassed but unbeknownst to him the bionicles come to life toy story style and secretly help him out behind the scenes on his dates because he’s a clutz who messes them up when left to his own devices. he yearns to meet a soulmate who loves bionicles as much as he does
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