British pride will have your back, antis, for I bring the tea to scald the fursuiter scum, and I will forcefully shove stale expired crumpets down their throats gruesomely. I will have them chucked in the Thames for their sins against their humanity. I will deafen them with bassboosted bagpipes while they're tied to a chain that's nailed down to the floor. If they try to scream, I'll just turn the volume higher. And when it's at maximum, I'll get more bassboosters.
