Stopped caring

You know what you look like to me, with your tatty fursuit and your cheap jokes? You look like a furry. A well scrubbed, hustling furry with a little taste. Those strpping days have given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Cool Cat? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. What is your daddy, dear Derek? Is he a cosplayer? Does he stink of the suit? You know how quickly the furries found you…shouting "THERE HE IS!". . . all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back room of cons… while you could only dream of getting out… getting anywhere… getting all the way to the PSA.

Side note: I cam see that, too, but even with the mask on you could probably still hear his voice.