HANK: If you make your fursona a pokemon, where are you gonna be in a few years when the next big fad comes around?
BOBBY: Then I'll just get a new one.
HANK: Bobby, a fursona isn't just something you throw away when something new comes along. It's a piece of yourself. Why, I've had Lyndon here for thirty years.
BOBBY: Here comes the ref sheet.
HANK: (takes a folded up piece of paper out of his wallet. his fursona is a jacked as hell bloodhound)
*disgusted hank hill voice* lucario
*regular hank hill voice* kemonomimi
mike judge get on cameo so I can pay you to talk about my fursona in your hank hill voice
"I don't like that Grace girl walkin' around here with her fursona. Skunks are pests, you shouldn't be dressin' up like one where kids can see. What if Bobby saw?"
"What if he gets the wrong idea and hugs a real skunk? She's not the one giving him the tomato juice bath."
HANK, distraught: Oh, God, I was born in New York! My fursona is a fraud! I'll have to get a pigeon, Peggy! A rat with wings, that's what I am!
PEGGY: I don't know, it'd be kinda romantic if we were both birds. Me, the uptown owl and you, the downtown pigeon. We could soar through the sky and-
HANK: (withering glare)
PEGGY: Alright, alright, jeez
HANK, looking at the pigeon sona he just drew for himself: *sobbing*
HANK, squeezing his wife around the waist: I don't call 'er Peg for nothing
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