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A slightly pudgy young man wearing a bright yellow suit (complete with snappy hat!) is perched on a stone fence that's popped out of nowhere like so many things do here. He scratches his chin in thought for a second, then looks up to speak in a steady, yet distant voice...
"Hrm. I'm not sure how to word this. I mean, I don't really mean, like... The MEANING OF LIFE and ALL OF CREATION'S MYSTERIES or anything. But, like... Do you think our lives can mean anything? How and why?"
He shifts, seeming uncomfortable for a second.
"I used to wholeheartedly subscribe to the theory that our lives mean nothing, and the best course of action is to enjoy your life to the fullest while you have it. But lately... I dunno, that answer just isn't doing it for me. I feel like there's more, like there SHOULD be, but no matter what I just can't come up with anything."
He considers this for a second... Then seems to decide that that's too much of a downer note to end on.
"Oh, and this is kind of a loaded question, but what do you think of Furries?"
"Hrm. I'm not sure how to word this. I mean, I don't really mean, like... The MEANING OF LIFE and ALL OF CREATION'S MYSTERIES or anything. But, like... Do you think our lives can mean anything? How and why?"
He shifts, seeming uncomfortable for a second.
"I used to wholeheartedly subscribe to the theory that our lives mean nothing, and the best course of action is to enjoy your life to the fullest while you have it. But lately... I dunno, that answer just isn't doing it for me. I feel like there's more, like there SHOULD be, but no matter what I just can't come up with anything."
He considers this for a second... Then seems to decide that that's too much of a downer note to end on.
"Oh, and this is kind of a loaded question, but what do you think of Furries?"