[ID: A screenshot of a Keeper of The Lost Cities Wattpad Fanfic. Text reads "I'm Elwin and let's just say you are el-winning against this exhaustiston." "Thanks man," I said, fist bumping him. "So, where did my man's Keefe and Bronte go?" I asked. "They died." Elwin replied. "Oh" I said. "Yeah, rest in pizza." He stated." / End ID]
Keefe: What if bigfoot is just someone's fursona and they were just hanging out in their fursuit and someone caught them on tape and now they're too embarrassed to come out about it?