I am -so- going to have one.

When the planet NIBIMURR arrives and the nephilim furries will liberate furrykind from the oppression of 4channers, trolls, griefers, disappointed parents and oppressive governments, we will dance in the streets, yiff in the townhalls, have get-togethers in the churches, fursuit down the boulevards, and replace the content of the national galleries with extra-grade prints of our favourite furry artists.

We will drink cider and sing and dance and the nazis, conservatives, furry haters, westboro baptists church (unless they (which is likely) have been raptured too), police and your dad will cry and wail at our feet as we march victoriously into a glorious dawn.

And Earth shall be renamed...

PLANET FURKIN

And our allies from the planet NIBIMURR will give us space technology and we will start to conquer the universe and finally discover the genetic technology to turn us all into biologically correct anthropomorphic foxes, horses and squirrels!

It will be glorious!

I cannot wait, friends! Can you?