The cold and joyless laughter continued as bloodycontrary wandered away westward from Greenwich, heading towards Southwark, seemingly instructed to do so by the howling wind.

As he approached Surrey Quays, the World went dark; the trees, the river and the buildings reduced to mere monochrome as a giant figure emerged from the water.

And now it was clear to whom the mirthless laughter belonged.

The figure was enormous. As it rose, water drained off its fur-lined outer, and terrible red eyes gazed out from within the awful face of a dog, as if cerberus himself were reborn. Eventually, the terrifying man-dog stood, like a human, and opened its gaping maw to bellow laughter at bloodycontrary.

Soon, it seemed to get bored of the laughter, and peered down at the tiny, cowering human.

Then bloodycontrary noticed something strange. The creature looked like a hell dog, but it was incapable of facial movements. Its limbs moved in an awkward and exaggerated way, and it gave up a distinct sense of utter degenercy.

The fur was in fact a costume. This was a furry.

Without warning, it reached up with its long, furry arms and lifted off the dog's head.

"NOW, BEHOLD ME!"

Underneath was even more terrible. A vast, ancient blue face gazed down at bloodycontrary.

"YES, IT IS ME, I AM YUKUB, AND YOU SHALL CAMPAIGN FOR ME EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE NOT THE FAINTEST CLUE WHAT YOU'RE CAMPAIGNING FOR!"

bloodycontrary just stood watching as Yukub gave his diabolical speech. It was during this time that his mind ventured out from the deep recess into which it had buried itself, and fed words into the mouth of what had until recently been its own body.

"Er, Yukub, you're a fucking furry."

Yukub's anger was terrifying to behold. He lifted up a massive yacht and flung it across the river, demolishing a row of houses. He stamped his feet and caused waves at first to lick and then to smash into the quays and piers, splintering wood and dredging up detritus from the riverbed.

"Just because I wear a fur suit and have a clear fetish for smurfs," he said with more thought than the recent tantrum augured, "does not mean I am actually a furry."

bloodycontrary nodded dumbly. Yukub had reasserted his despicable mind control.

"Now, come, we have people to see and a campaign to run." Yukub put his dog's head back on and walked away pretending he was not in fact a furry.