Uhh... Probably a lot... I have a very high motabolism...

( Names: ToxicDog, Zilo, ToxFox, Tox.)

(ik. Ima actually review these to.)

...*tilts head*

... Hello people! *standing on hind legs waving drumatickly*

get off meh!

(vro ima need to write a noval. <%m%>)

...who?

*inspects*
*squished and huffs out deep*

Yay! *starfish hops and takes happaly*
(its been forever since I've seen you)

(i plan on posting story.)

*shrugs* you don't?

I knooow, im not sad.

Agh! *stumbles*

(ik. He is also tecknicly more made of human mater.)
*curls up and lays tall over paws, sitting up tall and smug*

Uhhh... They make up everything. <=w=^

Oh... Ok.
noooo! stooop! *trying not to fall*

(have you ever censored that he is massive? (and his anatomy is way more complex))

*swallows it* HA! Don't do that again. ^-w-^

Ehhhh... Hmmmm... Uhh... Why... Why did... Uhh... Why doesn't scientist trust atoms?

You said we make it...

aagh! *trying to push away and turn head away*

(bro is like 110 pounds bro.)

*lets go and bites your finger off*

Oh... Why?

agh! *moves other paw and grabs other arm*

YECH! *sits up*

(becos he is not as light as a plushy. )

*grawling and starts clawing and biting more*

... Ohhhwww.... *looks at it*

noooo don't! Please! *backs up *

(no)
*plops dawn like only a foot from where i was and bends, biting your arm*