I'm drunk enough and surly enough to say it:
Executives, CEOs, Billionaires, the ruling class. Put them on cattle cars that run on time, somewhere with ovens and walls for them to go against, fill their old boardrooms with videos of it happening as a warning.
As a furry, you either die a network engineer, or live long enough to go to Raytheon.
You just need "Make Your Own Dog 1.0" software, a swimming pool and some DNA.
It'll be a bad dog though, due to making a mental link with some members of your family.
Charlie's Prostate
John Ketterman and nobody notices him having another stroke because of the constant k-hole.
Some of the ones I like from The Culture:
“The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'SAVE US!'...and I'll look down and whisper ‘gUhhhhaaOoHhh’ because I’ve had another stroke”
You’re all thinking the same thing.
Don’t deny it.
Catching strays in the hog-house.
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Depending on the size you need, take a look at something like a milsurp medic rucksack. I’ve been using the same one for 20+ years. They’re really strong, open up flat so you can really pack stuff in and they’re pretty cheap.