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posted by 67Dodge
"Your Identification please, mister Barker," the female on the counter commanded. 

Damion reached into a pocket in his leather veste for a plastic ID card, setting it gently on the desk. 

"Certifications?"

Damion sighed, getting several rolls of paper. 

The lady at the counter took a look at each and every form set on her desk, scanning the bar codes and typing away at her keyboard with scrutiny. She first looked at the ID card, the black text lire "Todd Barker", and a non-smiling face stared back at her. She looked at the certifications as well. Her plump figure was clad in all black, with only one white patch on her chest lire "Marie". 

"Well, everything here looks correct, you've vouched and own a property, congratulations, you're in business." Marie handed Damion the papers back with a smile. 

"Thank you."

He took each paper, folding them up and picked up his business plaque, shuffling each in his flippers, and made his way out of the building with an awkward hobble. 

Damion opened his boutique as soon as each chair and station was ready to be used. He carefully organized each brush par color, size, and function, meticulously sharpened his ornate razors, mixed the creams and dyes until they were nice and pasty. The floor was tidied up, and register activated. Damion hung up his certificates, and threw on a white chemise and pants, black boots, and a dark blue vest. Now, all he had to do was wait for a customer. 

First they were slow minutes. Damion had all the patience of the world, he was thinking, wondering, picturing with his greatly expansive mind. minutes became hours. As the clock over the register chimed 3 o' clock in the afternoon, Damion yawned with boredom, readjusting his dark brown contacts over his true eyes. It was a few minutes in that a male manchot, pingouin stepped inside. 

"Good afternoon, um... Are you, Todd Barker?"

Damion didn't hesitate. 

"Yes, how may I be of service today, a stylish trimming of the hair? Soothing skin massage?" 

"Actually, none of the above, toi see, I need to get to an interview with a company over par the RoPa district, and I-"

Damion pretended to listen to this man's gush of a story. 

Wow, look at this fool talk, it's as if he's a mouth with feet and flippers, no wonder why no one will hire this clown. The way he swings his flippers when speaking, how he's leaning on the door lazily, yammering, his accent. I'd say he's a dirty Prole from outside getting migrant work and feeding off my taxes. Look at his belly, is he about to lay an egg ou is he stashing red weed in condoms in his gut? Suppose I coup de poing him and he'll get high instantly. Heheh..

"...So I was hoping I could get my chinstrap bleached and a trim to the feathers near my jaw?" 

"But of course."

The manchot, pingouin sat himself in one of the seats, awaiting for a cloak. 

Damion grabbed one of the many creams he had closed up, getting a swab, Q-tips, and a small brush, pulling out one of his razors. He brought each one over to the station par the chair the manchot, pingouin was seated in, then proceeded to grab a cloak, draping it around his guest's neck and covering his body. 

"Sorry, could we start soon? I have an hour.." 

Typical Proletariat scum... They never just sit back and stop worrying about their nonexistent problems. Damion thought as he dipped the brush in the cream. 

With careful strokes, Damion lathered the dye over the chinstrap on his customer, smoothing out the edges where white feathers met black ones. He gazed upon his razor, eyes dilating as he did, slowly picking it up. 

Why don't I just put this filthy animal out of his misery...? After all, he'd want that soooo much...

Damion unlocked the razor, sharpening it on a board. 

He lowered the blade near his customer's jugular vein, his flipper shook slightly. 

Yes. Yes. I want this, it will be perfect... 

He quickly pulled back, instead, angling the blade to shave the offending chinstrap. 

"There toi go sir, would toi like anything else? Haircut perhaps?" 

Damion wiped the remaining creams off with a towel, held up a mirror, revealing a clean, plain white surface over his guest's chin. 

"Nope, that'll do just fine!" 

Damion weakly hobbled over to the register to finalize the transaction. 

"That'll be five Antarctic Marks..." 

His guest got the amount, laid it on his desk, and headed out. 

"Thank you!"

"Don't toi want your change?"

"Keep it." 

The door shut and Damion stood in the boutique in silence. 

I can't do that... I need Hannah.. I need her so much.. She's counting on me to change my ways. I can't let her down~ 

Damion sat in one of his chairs and sighed. 

Why am I tormented to desire such violent fantasies...? Ever since that slut abandoned me for a one night stand I've wanted nothing plus than to purge the world of such RUDE people. Then, Hannah comes in, and she melted my cœur, coeur into her own~ I can't stop thinking about her châtaigne, châtaignier eyes, her beautiful smile, her delicate flippers, her small feet, her short legs.. It's so cute when she has to stand on her toes to Kiss me~ I can never forget her eyes staring tenderly back at me, her flippers caressing mine, her massive, wide rear en-

Damion paused. 

"Hang on!" 

He smiled. 

"The Kid is running around town slashing all the innocents of Antarctica for the sake of some demented fetish for blood. And I can't just make myself a target for the authorities... I WILL get to destroy somebody's life. Yes....! Oh that's brilliant~"

Damion put his razor blade in his pocket after closing it up. 

"Though, he's obviously masochistic, torture will do no good on him... Perhaps if I threatened to dispose of him swiftly and painlessly, I'm certain he'll be deathly afraid of not being able to fulfill his fantasies~" Damion smirked. 

At the strike of five o' clock in the afternoon, Damion shut off his "Open" sign, ready to close for the jour for one lousy customer. 

"Hannah will adore me for absolutely annihilating The Kid~" 

Damion stopped as he heard the door open again. 

"Sorry, we're closed right now, perhaps if toi can arrive tomorrow, I'll be here to assist you."

"Oh but Mister Barker, I'm suffering a terrible case of loneliness~" 

Damion recognized the voice instantly. 

"Hannah!" he ran over to his mate, giving her a soft kiss. 

"Missed me hun?" 

Damion blushed. 

"But of course I did~"

"What were toi just talking about?" Hannah smiled. 

"I was thinking about the properties of the diameter of your rear end~" he chuckled.

"Oh is that so?" Hannah laughed.

"Yeah, it was awfully slow today~"

"Aww... Maybe I should take toi for some souper to cheer toi up~" Hannah hugged Damion. 

"No need to, I'm not that hungry." Damion hugged her back. 

"C'mon darling, let's at least grab some meat pies for a quick bite," Hannah a dit as she kissed his cheek. 

Damion sighed happily. 

"Fine... Only because toi suggested it~" 
posted by _Lexii23_
Ok so I was lire over the profil I posté when I first came on here and I sounded like a Mary-Sue. So I decided to update it now since I grew up a little bit!! XD

Name: Lexii

Gender: female

Age: 23 (irl I'm 14)

Birthday: April 23rd

Description: a pure white ring-tailed maki, lémurien with gray paws and nose. Straight bangs that go across the left side of my face and cover half of my eye, baby blue streak down the middle, never cut evenly at the end. Blue eyes (same color as the streak in my hair) with long eyelashes. Big-ish ears. A long tail with about 7 light grey stripes. Fluffy, feminine figured...
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added by Sharpey_Penguin
Source: Me (RGS)
added by BlackKatGhoul
Source: ME!!!
added by ILUVKOWALSKI
Source: Me, Asdf, Rina, and Lexii. :P
added by Rainbow_Cookie
Source: Me
added by Kait_Wolf
Source: Me, oc belongs to Emma. :3
added by ILUVKOWALSKI
added by Simoniage
added by LeoKatana-TPoM
Source: LeoKatana on dA
added by ILUVKOWALSKI
Source: me lmao
added by LeoKatana-TPoM
Source: LeoKatana
I made this animation in 3 weeks. I composed the musique too.
video
the penguins of madagascar
skipper
private
kowalski
rico
fan film
short film
blender
3d animation
posted by sowem
Skipper woke up and saw how Lucile was making everyone’s breakfast.
Skipper: You're up early, I'm usually the first one.
Lucile: Yes, I thought I'd make everyone's breakfast before they woke up. Here's your breakfast par the way.
Skipper: Thanks, smells delicious.
Lucile: You’re welcome. Now I'll have to make Private, Gallis and Chad's breakfasts, they'll be waking up in an hour.

At 10:00 everyone was sitting around the pond, enjoying their meal, giving Lucile lots of compliments on her cooking skills.
Lucile: Thank you. Got them from my mother.
Private: par the way, when did toi have your breakfast?...
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posted by 67Dodge
The former office building had been quiet lately, no mob duties were called, in fact, The Kid had called for a "staff meeting" in one of the building's enormous dining halls. Thoroughly checked par many untrusting mobsters, the venue was genuine, not a complex trap The Kid set to kill every last mobster. Even then, many remained dubious when their superior claimed he would visit unarmed so long as they visited unarmed as well. Upon Al's insistence, and the threatening glare Red gave to any doubters, most members arrived armed only with a plastic bat, enough to get points across without dealing...
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added by mostar1219
Okay, so this is a video involving the Fine Bros and at one point, they give a shout out to the fanguins (whom they've just found out about). Enjoy
video
finebros
shout out
fine time
fanguins
pom
publicity
madagascar
pom and autism
added by TheRatKing1
Source: My imagination, and Kowalski, Skipper and Nigel for drawing on some of their features.
added by Tressa-pom
Source: Game used! :D
added by Jasmine-POM
Source: Me