Choco-Foot

Protect The Face, Choco-Foot. Maybe put it in a waterproof box in the trunk of the Camdowdow Tree. The Face is the key.

Choco-Foot has been sleeping in the Fields of Endcorn, the Final Vegetable. He wants to catch the sneaky Phantom Pollinators from another, slightly putrid, alternate reality.

Choco-Foot is tired. He's had a big day. Hours of rage dancing in the cold sunlight and gathering the little rocks he calls "mountain biscuits". Plumb tuckered out.

How can you expect to do the Viceroy Movement with monkeyfruit tucked in there like that, Choco-Foot? That doesn't help explain the moon to the birds.

Good morning, Choco-Foot! Oh my! That's quite a basket of .. um... those that you have gathered. Let's leave them outside. Okay? They'll... they'll leave on their own, I'm sure.

Humbled down behind the Bep-Bep shrubs, Choco-Foot lurks. He watches the 9 Englers build their bunkers. They are his tasty morsels.

A new year falls on the valley hidden by the Mists of Bogga Bogga. Choco-Foot howls at the Fire Sparrows!

Whip! Whip! Whip!  That’s it, Choco-Foot! Show this brunch who the King of the Lamp-Biters is! Emulsify like the wind.

All the yeast in the world, Choco-Foot! That is the prophecy of Krougoka! The Rising begins.

The wee hours is when Choco-Foot tends to his life area. Brush brush brush. Slather slather slather. Try to sleep through it if you can.

Choco-Foot didn't believe until he smelled it. He smelled it 27 times before he believed.

Choco-Foot's apotheosis came when the gravy boat ruptured.

When life gives Choco-Foot lemons, Choco-Foot tenderly tries to hatch them as if they were his own. And OH how the Creamtown Players laugh and dance.

Choco-Foot likes to make friends with the Dwarf Bear Mice that jibber and dance down in Moonbasket Hollow.

Choco-Foot offers you unlimited bramble for your love. Bramble beyond imagining. Bramble eternal. Choco-Foot soothes.

Your crop of Flesh Bulbs are blooming beautifully, Choco-Foot! Soon you can decorate them in honey and glitter and do the Kashk Movement.

When it is the Eon of the Platch and Choco-Foot wants olives he slaps the forest floor and demands his "angry grapes".

Choco-Foot strategizes the Mish Mish War. Oh the turning of the tides. The Balden Forest will run purple with the humors of Choco-Foot's enemies.

The Selenium Trees bend and fold themselves into the twilight canopy that shades brave Choco-Foot during "The Itching Times"

Choco-Foot sniffs everywhere for the Portal of Smells. The gateway to the invisible Aromaverse, where there is no light, no sound, no touch. There is only the Cascade of The Odors where the Beast of Many Nostrils resides.

Choco-Foot has few natural enemies but his nemesis is "shampoo you can't see through"

Choco-Foot is hard on shoes. Shoes, diapers, catapults, salt-licks, accordion folders and Albert Fivepenny.

Choco-Foot isn't taking you seriously, Rita. Try blowing in his good nose.

In the places where the little ambling foreticklers grow, Choco-Foot is king. Choco-Foot has 3 shins.

Choco-Foot, no matter how many times you scratch and pet that rock, it won't pur. Now, get back into your bouncy harness and finish your bowl of deer milk.

As a thank you for reconsidering your lawsuit, Choco-Foot has sent you this flauta bouquet. Praise to you, Arnok Bledsoe.

Choco-Foot has found the save point.

Tonight the forest is alive with the sounds of Choco-Foot's yearly mud slapping songs. This is the way of of things in Flapping Hollow.

The Turnip Cult follows! Throw the amulet and smear the Cursed Goo, Choco-Foot. They are nearly in the hotel. The dark, foreboding hotel.

If you're good at the arena, Choco-Foot, and eat all your cabbage, we can hold cats up to the moon tonight.