Dad

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Clifton made a mental note to hijack a satellite and crash it into Hitomi at a later date. "We'll see who castrates who, lady," mocked Clifton with contemptuous contempt. He turned back towards Brusenna. "The name's Clifton Fumbledum. I know you won't be forgetting it.." With a heroic flick of his wrist, he brushed off Hitomi's aluminum grip and strutted to the gym. He could feel his stoat loins burning deep within. They would not fail him today.

Breeds

"Yeah, I'm caught up in all this 'Breed' business. You should recognize me though. World famous hacker, Clifton Fumbledum? Made headlines last year when I hacked McDonald's and abolished the dollar menu. There were riots in the streets!" He stopped his gloating and turned his attention towards Brusenna, who he had just spied sulking and being mysterious across the cafeteria.

"I'mma have to hold up this little interview for a second partner. You see that over there?" He gestured towards Brusenna. "Your boy Clifton's got a duty to score some booty. Lootin' and plunderin' time. Peace." Clifton threw his orange juice carton on the floor and swaggered over to the girl.

"Hey there, champ. What's a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?" His alpha male status had shifted into maximum overdrive.

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Don't worry! Retcons ahoy!

Don't Piss Off the GM: Gary's Tale

If Yuki was a gambler, she would have lost her bet, as Eddy Princeton and his pointy ears sauntered over to greet her from across the bar. "How's it going, sweetheart? You ever seen something this great?" he asked pointing to his pointy ears. He could feel her starting to swoon already.

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Clifton's just passing along what he hears, man. Don't shoot the messenger!

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Clifton kicked back his chair on two legs and drank the relinquished orange juice victoriously. He could feel the heavens smiling upon him. He watched Caufman eye Roxy with unquenchable thirst. "I see where you've got your mind, champ. Don't blame ya, though. That's one's got a donk for the ages. I've heard she's an odd one though. Like the kind of odd that follows you home from work and collects hair samples from your comb. That's just word on the street though. Just reminding you not to go sticking your dick in crazy. You feel me, son?"

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Clifton made a mental note to run over Hitomi with his car at some point in the future. He grabbed his salad and orange juice and carried them off to the far corner of the cafeteria to brood. Here he pondered the meaning of life and trigonometry and how easy it would be to hack into the International Space Station. After feeling sufficiently mysterious, Clifton walked over to Caufman, sat down, and watched him to pretend to eat his salad. "Hey, you going to finish that orange juice? I can take it off your hands if you aren't. I think it's actually from Florida. That means it shouldn't go to waste!"

Breeds

Clifton followed a few feet behind Hitomi. He felt like he should probably say something but wasn't sure what exactly. He fumbled for a few moments before finally deciding. "So, um, how do you feel about orange juice?" asked Clifton. He could already feel her swooning.

Breeds

Clifton managed to wrangle control back over his stoat fursona and rolled his eyes with intense passion at all the foolish fools in the room with him. When the scientist had finished drawing blood, he checked his watched, realized he didn't have a watch, and checked the clock on the wall. His stoat-like hunger was ravishing. "Are we done here? Can I get outta here yet? I know they've got orange juice and salad in the cafeteria today." He needed some time to himself to sulk alone and looked edgy and mysterious.

Breeds

Clifton watched Tobias leap frantically about like a mighty mastodon. He narrowed his eyes in nefarious contempt. "Hey, viking guy! It's a STOAT, not a weasel, and definitely not a gosh darn FERRET. If you can't get it right, I might have to deport you myself. TO HELL." Clifton began to froth angrily, and his hair began to stir. He could feel himself losing control of violent stoat genes.