What the yiff did you just yiffing say about me, you little dog? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Piecrust dog academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on dog pusillanimous individual, and I have over 300 confirmed yiffs. I am trained in pusillanimous individual destruction and I’m the top yiffer in the entire Pie crust armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the yiff out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my yiffing words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Internet? Think again, yiffer. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of furfriends across argentina and your Fursuit is being traced right now so you better prepare for the bukkake, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re yiffing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can yiff you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fisting skills. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed love, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the carrot storage and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your furry ass off the face of the continent, you little stuff. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your yiffing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will stuff furry research and semen all over you and you will drown in it. You’re loving dead, kiddo.
