furry-fuckboy said:
which is why I dread the inevitable mainstream adoption of the furry fandom

What I imagined...

The year is 2036. Furry-fuckboy has to wake up at 4:30 AM to get to work at the only remaining employer in the county, an Amazon fulfillment center.
He walks in bleary-eyed, only to be met with that awful thinly-veiled pop song about "cookies". Just when he's able to filter it out as background noise, two asshole coworkers clock in loudly arguing over whose fursona would be able to anally vore the other first.
He wonders if he could go back in time and prevent online payment processors from being invented.