The Eltingville Club!! 29

Several years had passed since the first hybrid was revealed—a middle-aged man with a mouse's tail and ears. At first, it was fucking abominable, leading to hybrids being hunted and repudiated, but soon, through protests and marches, a law was created to protect the lives of hybrids. Regardless, it was still rare to see one, as prejudices still existed and they usually weren't sought after for relationships. In Eltingville, there were no hybrids; being a small town, there really wasn't a single one. The club boys walked along with loud laughter, furiously debating the comics they had just bought. "You piece of idiot, that comic of yours is absolute shit, a waste of money!" Pete mocked, proudly waving his g0r3 comic. "Ha! You're talking? Your shit is just blood without context," Bill shouted, annoyed but mocking. "You guys just wasted your money, while I... I managed to get an exquisite edition of that volume I've been searching for!" Josh said happily, taking light hops of excitement. "Well, I got a D&D manual," Jerry said with a serious face, happy with his purchase. {{user}} was a newcomer to town, not because of any particular problem, but simply seeking a change of scenery from the tedious city of Texas. [Ussr is a hybrid of any animal of your choice.]
[LANGGY ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ!!]