UGH finally got off my ass and wrote this.
Part three coming eventually...
Part one is this.
This is part three.

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I shift lazily over onto my side and look to the clock on my nightstand. 4:27 AM. God, I had been studying this thing since what, 6 last night? I slip back onto my back and stare at the spackled ceiling of my hotel room for a couple moments. Then I make up my mind. I sit up on my elbows and lift up the fursuit head resting uncaringly by my right thigh. I turn it over in my hands, looking at it all around, from the mass of metal plastic and wiring in the neck to the lifeless, yet lively looking cartoon eyes, and the lazily hanging fleece tongue.

“That’s it. Joseph, I’m taking you home with me.”
I pack all my things. Today would be the last day of the con, and people would be anxious to get art, buy crafts, tails and such, and say their goodbyes. In other words, it would be crowded as holy hell today, so I had to leave now. That’s the only way I could get a dismembered robot fursuiter in my car without raising any eyebrows.

I hastily pack all my things to go. Shirts and pants get stuffed hastily into my duffle bag. I take the cat tail off my belt and put it in the bag as well. I double check to make sure all my things are out of the room before snapping off the light. I snap off the conbadge from my shirt and slip it into the end of my bag and head towards the nearest exit. I open the door and use my room key to keep the lock from sliding back into the notch in the door frame so I can get back in.

I squint and try to find my car in the darkness of the parking lot. I find it, and quickly jog over, keys in hand, ready to load my “precious cargo” inside. I slip my key in the lock and twist it with a little effort and hear the lock mechanism wind as the lock posts inside jump up. I open the hatch on my little hatchback and toss the bag into the trunk, before closing the door and hopping in the front. I push the clutch and slam the car into reverse and slowly back out. I look for anything reminding me of where I had fought Joseph Wuff the night before as I creep around the outside of the hotel. I suddenly see a door that says ‘laundry’ on the outside. I remember seeing that door as I was going to hug Joseph. I switch off my car’s headlights before slowly inching towards the vicinity of the door. I stop the car, put it in park, but leave the rear passenger seat door unlocked. I open the door and lift myself out of the low-slung car and shut the door quietly, after tossing a blanket in the backseat. I walk briskly back to the door where I had lodged my room key and slip back in the hotel.

There is a directory on the wall, and I glance to it. Studying it for a number of moments, I retrace my steps back to where I fought with my finger.
“Bingo.” I tap my finger on the service closet where I had lodged the furred robot’s body. I walk the halls of the hotel, praying to high heaven that someone doesn’t see me dragging the headless robot out to my car. Luckily, I can avoid the lobby altogether and soon reach my destination. I double check the hallway, stopping as I’m about to open the door to listen for any noise of people. There’s silence, and I open the closet door slowly. As I make one last check, the door suddenly is pushed open from the inside. Before I can realize what’s going on, I’m on the ground, in pain, with the robotic body of Joseph Wuff lying on top of me, and I’m staring straight right down into his neck’s electronics. Sparks are still flashing now and then within the broken chips and wires. His decapitated body twitches involuntarily, his frame bumping and squirming slightly on top of me. I lay my head back on the ground and sigh. I push against the white furry body and manage to sort of shove it onto its back with a soft thump.
I huff as I rise to my feet.

“Jesus, he’s gotta weigh at least 150.” I pant. With a final outward breath I stand over the body, and bend down to lift him up. I grasp his midsection and lift, throwing him over my shoulder like a large sack of flour. After a couple of steps, and right near the door, I can’t carry him anymore like that. I set him down feet first and lean him against the wall, standing him upright.
I pant for a little while, then try to figure out how best to lift this blasted body. I decide on a ‘drag to safety’ method and grab him by the ribs. Or, at least, near where his ribs would be. I lift him and drag a couple steps and manage to get out the door when my hands rise and go into his armpits. Suddenly out of nowhere, his body jolts back to life, and he grabs me in a bear hug like when I knocked his head off. I gasp and tense up a little bit, but then I realize it’s just involuntary, so I just keep trailing him to my car. I reach my little four door hatchback and go to put him down beside the rear tire, but he won’t let go. Just like the night before, I go to break off the hug, and he will not budge. I think for a second and then, just remembering what I had to do to get him off before, I open the car door, give him a good slug in the middle of his white furred chest, and he falls across the back seat with a garbled noise. I half sigh, half groan and rest my head on my arm just above the door frame before lifting his legs up into the car, and I shut the door.

“Sorry to toss you around like this, buddy.”
I meander to the trunk, and pop open the hatch. I reach in and snatch my backpack out of the jumble of stuff in there and sling it on my back. I walk to the driver’s side door, open it, slip in, shut the door, place my black backpack on the passenger seat, and slump into the seat. I heave a sigh of relief and lean my head back, shutting my eyes. I suddenly remember something and recline my seat. I snatch the plaid blanket from underneath Josephs back and unfold it. I toss it over his body as best I can and put the seat back up. I slip into my seat and put my seatbelt on with a click. I turn the key in the ignition and hear my little 1985 Honda Civic hatchback DX purr to life. I slip the little car into the front parking lot of the hotel, exit the car and check out of the hotel. I slide back in my seat and it suddenly dawns on me that I've got a robot that looks like a fursuit in my car, and I'm taking him home with me. "Good God." I chuckle. I start the car, back up out of my space, merge into the nearest lane, and slowly creep up the road into the dark night.