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The Denizens climb Mt. Chloe.

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What the fuck man? xD I don't get it, but it makes me laugh.

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People arn't chocolates. Do you know what they are mostly? There bastards. There bastard coated bastards with bastard filling.

Link to the full pic of my avitar.
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:iconeviloatmeal:
:nod:

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"Well, Clarice - have the lambs stopped thrusting?"
:iconjollyjack:
Denizens are from my website. They're little, 1-foot high shadow creatures.

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Viva Pipingrad
:iconalexistrigoii:
Ok so the little guys are not all bad

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The genie floated out of the bottle and said: "Okay master, what's your first wish?"
He held up a printed copy of Luther Kane's "NFP," and said "I wish this was a true story."
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:iconartificer-urza:
Lucky little denizens =P

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:iconmiracle-overloading:
cute~

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CRAWLING IN MY SKIN!!!
THE ORANGES WILL NOT PEEL!!!
:iconzazaleto:
Awesome! lol. left me laughing for a while.
:iconamericanninjax:
haha. They tickle now. But wait until Jack comes out with Le Chainsaw.

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If ignorance were rabies, you'd be Cujo.
:iconchorizowagon:
First there's tickling... then they get into al lthe hidden places and under straps and clothes.... denizens don't eat clothes do they?


*hopes*

Actually what am I saying, we've already seen full frontal Chloe, now nothing is left for the imagination *shakes fist* DAMN YOU JJ!!

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I'm pink therefore I'm :spam:
:iconkrazy-kupo:
They better watch out for some steap crevases and drops on their way to the top of Mt. Chloe.

Aww no Jack.

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"Can you run Photoshop on girls?" - Ian mcConville.

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