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"And with that in mind, we must eradicate the furry menace from our city- no, our world!" Drew, a 40-something year old man, speaks out to a crowd of his supporters. He is running for public office next year, and his beliefs are founded on one thing: a hatred of the individuals known as furries. When asked how he feels about them, he once said this.
"Yeah, I hate furries. So what? My idea of a perfect America is an America where furries don't exist. That's why I'm running for president. Once I put my executive order out and once it becomes law, all Americans will be able to live in peace without those furverts getting in everybody's business, what with all their inflation and vore and all those fetishes." He shudders a bit. "Yeah, just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. I know it's a dirty job, but somebody's gonna have to lead our country out of this mess."
Meanwhile, Drew's followers are clapping for him as he wraps up his speech. "Yes, I know there are those of you who say I'm a racist. There are those of you who say I'm wrong for hating furfags. Well I call you ALL hypocrites! 'Cause each and every one of you could name ten furverts you hate, right now if you had to!" As he ends with that final thought, the crowd nods and claps in approval. The big election is in just a few weeks, and the ballot count just a month after that.
That night, in order to calm himself down after all that public speaking, Drew decides to take a short walk around the city. Unfortunately, he wandered into the wrong part of town. As he passes a dark alley, a squad of three lawless human gangsters show up and block his way.
"So, you think you're so cool, what with all your talk about deporting all the furries?" One of the men says. He is dark skinned with a hoodie and a bandana around his face, and a booming voice. Another man, light skinned and with a hockey mask, butts in.
"Yeah, who do you think you are?" The hockey mask man says in a similar voice. Clearly they have beef with him, despite being human themselves. Lastly, the third gangster, a dark skinned man with a silver chain on his neck reveals himself as the leader of the three. As Drew tries to run away, the leader snaps his fingers and the two gang members withdraw their guns. He tries running faster, but to no avail. BANG! Two shots are fired toward Drew, and he falls to the ground unconscious. Following their leader's orders, the men tie him up and toss him in a nearby river, where Drew floats down.
"Our streets will be better without him." The leader says to himself.
Just as all hope seems lost, a furry boyfriend and girlfriend were also walking down the street, about a mile from the gangsters. The male is a wolf named Swift, and the female is a fox named Riley. Swift is covered in silver and white fur, wearing a leather jacket and blue jeans, while Riley is covered in red fur, wearing a Boondocks t-shirt and shorts. The two heard the gunshots and ran until they noticed a bleeding garbage bag floating down the river. Of course, Riley's sense of right took over, and she pulled the trash bag out of the river and cut it open with her claws.
"Poor little thing!" She says to Swift, as she looks to the wolf. "He needs our help!"
"I don't think so, Riley." Swift responds. "Don't you recognize him? That's Drew, the politician who wants us dead! He's even running for president to have us deported!"
Riley huffs at Swift. "I don't care if he wants us dead! He's still a precious human, and I won't let him die here!" Eventually, Swift concedes to Riley, and they work together to bandage his wounds and start a fire at a local park to keep him warm. Hours later, the politician opens his eyes, noticing two figures looking at him. He can't yet see they are furries, as his eyes are not yet adjusted to the light of the fire.
"Am I dead?" He says to himself as he looks around, noticing he is in a vast open space. "Is this heaven?"
"No, wake up! Look at us!" Riley says to Drew, as he gets a better look at the two.
"Looks like I was wrong. I must have missed heaven and made it to hell instead." Drew says, clearly not enthralled to see he is now indebted to two furries.
"Listen, Drew." Swift says to him in a serious tone. "We've heard all about you, and we're not going to hurt you. We want you to get better, and we will do anything in our power to make sure that happens." He looks at Drew with a smile on his face, while Drew begins to tear up.
"What have I done to deserve this kindness?" He asks the two of them. "Why are two furries showing grace to me? I was doing everything in my power to eradicate the USA of your kind, and now the two of you saved my life?"
"Hey, it's no big deal. But this is obviously no place for you in your condition. We just ask one thing of you. Come to our world and feel better, then you can go back and win your election." Swift continues, as he signals to Riley to open up a portal to the furry dimension by using her mind powers.
"You guys have your own dimension?" Drew asks Riley as she opens the portal. "Is that where you all came from before you went to the United States?"
"That's right, Drew!" Riley says to him as she picks him up and walks through the portal. "Now here we go. Welcome to the furry dimension!"