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

It is time for your mid-year performance review, Choco-Foot. Did you bring the documents, carcasses and wild forest edibles you needed?

The last thing I heard that night was the muffled cries of Choco-Foot as he took the innocence of another unsuspecting ottoman.

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

Don’t sit on the Palaba Fence, Choco-foot!

Choco-Foot likes to keep fit. He has an exercise that he calls The Double Dip Pow Pow Switchback Ladder Stance. It takes longer to say than do.

Under the cover of night Choco-Foot digs for the snack cakes he buried decades before. The snack cakes that sustain him.

I promise you that’s not the Moon-Dagger Demon’s Kiss… it’s probably just an allergic reaction. Have you changed detergents, Choco-Foot?

Choco-Foot keeps extra jellies in his pocket. Mixed Fruit. mmmmmmm

Choco-Foot has artifacts.