[center][color=silver]Burberry stared at the genetics doctor in disbelief as he helped the pink anthromorph up, then visibly wiped his then-wet hand with a handkerchief attached from his waist. What did the doctor mean [i]where[/i], the crowd should've made that obvious-- [i]literally anywhere else[/i]. He restrained himself from the retort, deeming it not worth.

It almost didn't click to him that she just mentioned off-hand that she's also not from here.
That makes four... and the question of [i]why[/i] remains unsolved. He crossed his arms, thumbing his chin, glancing towards the other three.
"[color=gold]... What could have possibly brought us all here...?[/color]"

Abruptly, he rushed back towards the hotdog stand, grabbing a hotdog sandwich for himself. He wasn't lying about being hungry.
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