"Stoopid furries just don't get me." Murriara mumbled to herself as she deleted and resubmitted another one of her oh-so clever characters to FurAffinity. She turned around in her office chair and snapped her fingers.

Her humble servant, Dykecheezel, jumped to attention when he heard his master's fingers click. His bony, drugged body got up and ran towards her, nearly tripping in his own pile of slobber on the way there. "Yes, my lovely Murriara?" Dykecheezel said, taking his master's hand.

Murriara rolled her eyes and smiled to herself, loving how pathetic her little slave was. She unzipped her old beaten up jeans to reveal her large, throbbing, green and black striped bong.

Dykecheezel got on his knees and grasped the luscious bong in his sweaty palms. He looked up at Murriara with endearing eyes and cood. Murriara grinned devilishly and nodded to him, signaling what he must do. The slave licked his lips and took the bong into his mouth, sliding his tongue all over it, making sure to not place his cavity-riddled teeth on the precious rod.

Murriara groaned and closed her eyes. "Heh. STOOPID furries." she muttered as she placed her copy-and-pasted hand on Dykecheezel's head.

"They just don't know what they’re missing..." The two both thought silently to themselves. "They just don't get us..."