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[color=#ff00ff] "I'm busy...." [/color]

He patted his jacket. Everything was still there, if this some was some elaborate distraction for a robbery they had lost the key first moment of suprise.  One moment he was passing through an alleyway to sort through the meager money he had earned to survive that day and the next he was here. The blaring sun had replaced the twilight moon, wide streets had replaced the grimy alleyway and...there were furries. 

He was sleeping. Or worse, some street thug had knocked him over the head for his stuff and this was the last images his brain was giving him before he bled out. That must have been what the 'I'm sorry' was for. Gah, What a shitty way to die. And what a shitty thing for his brain to give him as a last memory. Fuck this world.

Of course, there was the rather odd inclusion of other rather regularly dressed people around him. With faces he had never seen before. His brain couldn't even give him some scandalous hot babes to be his last sight. Just these twerps. Yet, they looked as equally confused as he was. And they spoke, speaking about cities and references of things that Isaiah had never gone to or cared to watch.

He patted a certain pocket again, and felt a familiar twitch. Ah...It wasn't possible....was it?

Isaiah looked at the others again. If this was some type of con or something. Then they were waiting for him to react. Then the best way to use this opportuinity was...

[color=#ff00ff] "My greatest trick yet!" [/color] Isaiah exlaimed, flailing his hands wildily in the air. Grinning victorious [color=#ff00ff] "I have transported these four citizens to a whole other world! Suck it David Blaine!"[/color] 

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